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FLORAL POESY. 
Oh, fated doom that T fulfill ! 
Oh, fateful flower beside the rill ! 
The daffodil, the daffodil ! ’ ” 
Chaucer alludes to this story, and Shakspeare intro¬ 
duces it into his “ Winter's Tale : ” 
“ 0 Proserpina, 
For the flowers now that, frighted, thou lett’st fall 
From Dis’s wagon: daffodils 
That come before the swallow dares, and take 
The winds of March with beauty.” 
DAFFODILS. 
HERRICK. 
Fair daffodils, we weep to see 
Ye haste away so soon ; 
As yet the early-rising sun 
Has not attained his noon : 
Stay, stay. 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even-song, 
And, having prayed together, we 
Will go with ye along. 
We have short time to stay as ye, 
We have as fleet a Spring, 
As quick a growth to meet decay 
As you or anything : 
We die 
As your hours do and dry 
Away 
