A Sonnet Poem by Samuel Bamford

My daisy sweet is drooping,
Alone upon the lee;
A frost there came in evil hour
And nipt it cruelly.

But when the winter's over
I'll back return to thee,
And thou shalt rise and smile again
In beauty on the lee.

And lest the winds of heaven
Too rudely on thee blow,
Within a secret bower of mine
In safety shalt thou grow.

And there I'll gaze upon thee
With an adoring eye;
And sprinkle thee, my bonny flower,
With gushing tears of joy.

And when the sun no longer
Doth cheer thee from above,
I'll warm thee, as thou fadest away,
With sighs of endless love.