Now blow the Daffodils on slender stalks, 
Small keen flames that leap up in the mold 
And run along the ‘dripping garden walks. 
—Reese 
It is not raining rain to me, 
It’s raining Datfodils; 
In every dimpled drop I see 
Wild flowers on distant hills. 
—Loveman 
JOHN EVELYN 
’Tis we who be of simple mind 
And work in gardens, always find 
While bending o’er the lowly sod 
The gifts and handiwork of God. 
—GEM 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all, 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s recess, 
Till they die of their own dear loveliness. 
—Shelley 
Fair Daffodil we weep to see 
You haste away so soon. 
—RHerrick 
DICK WELLBAND 
A thing of beauty is a joy forever; 
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; 
. . and such are Daffodils, 
With the green world they live in. 
—Keats 
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