The February sprite is here, for see! He tied green ribbons on the willow-tree, Let down the elm-tree's soft brown hair, did he; And waked the bluets, sleepy-eyed and wee Beside the rills. Not even then the business was done; He dipped a finger in the golden sun And, like a school-boy scribbling just for fun, Across the garden-bed this wanton one Wrote daffodils! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |