Dead-heading already


Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.

Robert Herrick

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Lesley McDade said...

THE SONG OF THE DAFFODIL FAIRY

I'm everyone's darling: the blackbird and starling
Are shouting about me from blossoming boughs;
Fr I, the Lent Lily, the Daffy-down-dilly,
Have heard through the country the call to arouse,
The orchards are ringing with voices a-singing
The praise of my petticoat, praise of my gown;
The children are playing, and hark! they are saying
That Daffy-down-dilly is come up to town!

CICELY MARY BARKER