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DAFFODIL. 
(Unrequited Love.) 
HE name of this flower is only a corruption ol 
Dis’s lily, as it is supposed to be the flower that 
dropped from Pluto’s chariot when he was carry¬ 
ing off Proserpine to the infernal regions. Jean Ingelow, 
in the beautiful poem of “ Persephone,” thus introduces 
this flower into a resuscitation of the antique fable : 
“ She stepped upon Sicilian grass, 
Demeter’s daughter fresh and fair, 
A child of light, a radiant lass, 
And gamesome as the morning air. 
The daffodils were fair to see, 
They nodded lightly on the lea. 
“ Lo ! one she marked of rarer growth 
Than orchis or anemone ; 
For it the maiden left them both, 
And parted from her company. 
Drawn nigh, she deemed it fairer still, 
And stooped to gather by the rill 
The daffodil, the daffodil. 
“ What ailed the meadow that it shook ? 
What ailed the air of Sicily ? 
She wondered by the brattling brook, 
And trembled with the trembling lea. 
‘ The coal-black horses rise—they rise ! 
O mother, mother !’ low she cries. 
“ ‘ O light, O light!’ she cries, ■ farewell ; 
The coal-black horses wait for me. 
O shade of shades, where I must dwell, 
Demeter, mother, far from thee ! 
