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Anna B. Warner Amy Lothrop
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
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Anna B. Warner Amy Lothrop
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
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Clinton Scollard
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
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Clinton Scollard
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
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Henry Austin Dobson
What ye have been ye still shall be When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
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Henry Austin Dobson
What ye have been ye still shall be When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
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Jean Ingelow
O fateful flower beside the rill-- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
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Jean Ingelow
O fateful flower beside the rill-- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
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Oscar Wilde Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wilde
There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal.
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Oscar Wilde Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wilde
There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal.
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Robert Herrick
Fair daffadils, we weep to see You haste away so soone; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained its noone. . . . . We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or anything.
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Robert Herrick
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
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Robert Herrick
Fair daffadils, we weep to see You haste away so soone; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained its noone. . . . . We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or anything.
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Robert Herrick
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
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Sir Aubrey de Vere
O Love-star of the unbeloved March, When cold and shrill, Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill, And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!
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Sir Aubrey de Vere
O Love-star of the unbeloved March, When cold and shrill, Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill, And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!
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William Cullen Bryant
The daffodil is our doorside queen; She pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green.
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William Cullen Bryant
The daffodil is our doorside queen; She pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green.
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