James Montgomery, whose admiration of nature is somewhat frigid, can yet remind us that—
"The rose has but a summer reign,
The daisy never dies."
Chaucer warms into enthusiasm when he thinks of its pastoral, innocent gracefulness ("simplex munditiis"):—
"So glad am I when in the Daisy's presence,
That I am fain to do her reverence;
For she of all sweet flowers is the flower
With virtue filled, and honourable power;
For ever fair alike, and fresh of hue,
As well in winter as in summer new."