Tuesday, March 4, 2008


A few tiny ones are blooming.

To An Early Daffodil

Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
 Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
 The climbing sun with new recovered powers
 Does warm thee into being, through the ring
 Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling 
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers 
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers, 
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing 
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay; 
To fill the lonely with a joy untold; 
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
 To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. 
 Always bold To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.

Amy Lowell

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