197. To Daisies, Not to Shut So Soon
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed nightHas not as yet begunTo make a seizure on the light,Or to seal up the sun.
No marigolds yet closed are,No shadows great appear;Nor doth the early shepherds’ starShine like a spangle here.
Stay but till my Julia closeHer life-begetting eye;And let the whole world then disposeItself to live or die.