I 2 DAFFODILS NARCISSUS 



his own image reflected from a mountain 

 brook 



"And looking for his corse we only found 

 A rising stalk with blossoms crowned." 



MODERN DAFFODILS THREE HUNDRED 

 YEARS OLD 



The praises of daffodils — the trumpets — 

 have been voiced only during the past three 

 centuries by Spenser, Shakespeare, Tenny- 

 son, Wordsworth, Keats, and other poets. A 

 good-sized volume might be filled with rhap- 

 sodical allusions and poetic descriptions from 

 the various writers about daffodils, all indica- 

 tive of the continued popularity of branches 

 of the narcissus family, throughout centuries 

 of time. Space, however, forbids our quo- 

 ting more than the following classic lines: 



" — Daffodils that come before the swallow dares 

 And take the winds of March with beauty." 



— Shakespeare in "If inter's Tale". 

 "A thing of beauty is a joy forever 



and such are daffodils." 



— Keats. 

 "I wander'd lonely as a cloud 



That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

 When all at once I saw a crowd, 



A host, of golden daffodils; 

 Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 

 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 



