| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Lilies of the Field | | By M. Compton Mackenzie (18831972) |
| | To F. L. U. THY soul is not enchanted by the moon; | |
| No influential comet draws thy mind | |
| To steeps intolerable where all behind | |
| Is dark, and many ruind stars are strewn. | |
| But thou, contented, canst enthrall the tune | 5 |
| That haunts each wood and every singing wind; | |
| Thou, fortunate philosopher, canst find | |
| The dreams of Earth in every drowsy noon. | |
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| Match not thy soul against the seraphim: | |
| They are no more than moths blown to and fro | 10 |
| About the tempest of the eternal Will. | |
| Rest undismayd in field and forest dim | |
| And, childlike, on some morning thou shalt know | |
| The certain faith of a March daffodil. | | | | |
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