That I nam up and walking in the mede,
To seen this floure agenst the Sunne sprede."
To see it early in the morn, the poet continues:
"That blissfull sight softeneth all my sorow,
So glad am I, whan that I have presence
Of it, to done it all reverence
As she that is of all floures the floure."
Chaucer says that to him it is ever fresh, that he will cherish it till his heart dies; and then he describes himself resting on the grass, gazing on the daisy:
"Adowne full softly I gan to sink,
And leaning on my elbow and my side,