Her laughter bloomed along the air, Like daffodils in early spring That down brown vistas gaily bring Their yellow richness everywhere. A golden thing! A joy apart! It lifted flowers above my snow -- Like crocus buds that come and go The coloured pulse of springtime's heart. Those cups of gold and purple wine Have faded with the daffodils: No music echoes in the hills, No chalice waits for lips of mine. With bitter rain that cup would fill If lifted to May's white despair. Lost laughter blooms along the air And dances like a daffodil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 10. TO THOMAS EDWARDS, ON ... POPE'S WORKS by MARK AKENSIDE |