A thing ot beauty is a joy torever; 
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; 
and such are Daffodils, 
With the green world they live in. 
—Keats 
“a 
- hie 
if 
we 
CHEERFULNESS 
It is not raining rain to me, 
It’s raining Daffodils; 
In every dimpled drop I see 
Wild flowers on distant hills. 
—Loveman 
DICK WELLBAND 
Fair Dattodils we weep to see 
You haste away so soon. 
—Herrick 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all, 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s recess, 
Now blow the Daffodils on slender stalks, Till they die of their own dear loveliness. 
Small keen flames that leap up in the mold 
And run along the dripping garden walks. 
—Reese 
JOHN EVELYN —Shelley 
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