To the Same Flower

Pleasures newly found are sweet 
When they lie about our feet: 
February last, my heart 
First at sight of thee was glad; 
All unheard of as thou art, 
Thou must needs, I think, have had, 
Celandine ("seh·luhn·dine")! 
And long ago. 
Praise of which I nothing know.

Note:

In medieval lore, it was believed that mother birds dropped the juice of the celandine into the eyes of their blind fledglings.