IF daffodils were merely yellow flowers, It would not hurt my heart to see them grow -- But ah, they speak to me of April hours And gardened mornings now so long ago. For daffodils are memory and token Of vanished days too tender to be sung, Before a single happy dream was broken In my love's gentle heart when she was young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TWILIGHT TIME by ANNA MCINTOSH BEVILLE |