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IS there a great green commonwealth of Thought
Which ranks the yearly pageant, and decides
How Summer's royal progress shall be wrought,
By secret stir which in each plant abides?
Does rocking daffodil consent that she, 5
The snowdrop of wet winters, shall be first?
Does spotted cowslip with the grass agree
To hold her pride before the rattle burst?
And in the hedge what quick agreement goes,
When hawthorn blossoms redden to decay, 10
That Summer's pride shall come, the Summer's rose,
Before the flower be on the bramble spray?
Or is it, as with us, unresting strife,
And each consent a lucky gasp for life?
This poem is comparing the democracy of life to that of nature, and narrows it down to death. It references daffodils and cowslips, along with other plants, and imagines what it would be like if all of these plants decided upon what would bloom first. It then draws the comparison to humans through speculation into whether plants, like humans, have to compete with each other to have a more glorious life, or bloom, than the others
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