Of all the flowers I behold <br />I love most, Dawn, my marigold. <br /> <br />To view this flame within the shade <br />rekindles beaming light of maid. <br /> <br />Since Eden, when her bloom first shone, <br />there's no bright morning, without Dawn.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herrick-picks-his-poesy/
