Over the lip of the lawn -- what spills?
Daffodils!
Thrust from the thick of the thicket -- what thrills?
Daffodils!
Yellow and tall, with petals small --
O wilt thou be
my all-in-all ?
Later, come time, other blossoms may bloom
in their turn, to their measure of praise and acclaim.
But for now, ‘tis thou --
thou art our
flower, now !
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