Daffodil Poems

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1. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

   by William Wordsworth

   
   

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   I wandered lonely as a cloud
   That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
   When all at once I saw a crowd,
   A host, of golden daffodils;
   Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
   Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

   Continuous as the stars that shine
   And twinkle on the milky way,
   They stretched in never-ending line
   Along the margin of a bay:
   Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
   Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

   The waves beside them danced; but they
   Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
   A poet could not but be gay,
   In such a jocund company:
   I gazed—gazed—but little thought
   What wealth the show to me had brought:

   For oft, when on my couch I lie
   In vacant or in pensive mood,
   They flash upon that inward eye
   Which is the bliss of solitude;
   And then my heart with pleasure fills,
   And dances with the daffodils.

2. Daffodil's Return

   by Bliss Carman

   
   

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   What matter if the sun be lost?
   What matter though the sky be gray?
   There's joy enough about the house,
   For Daffodil comes home to-day.
   

   There's news of swallows on the air,
   There's word of April on the way,
   They're calling flowers within the street,
   And Daffodil comes home to-day.
   

   O who would care what fate may bring,
   Or what the years may take away!
   There's life enough within the hour,
   For Daffodil comes home to-day.
   

3. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?

   by Emily Dickinson

   
   

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   Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
   But I could never sell.
   If you would like to borrow
   Until the daffodil
   

   Unties her yellow bonnet
   Beneath the village door,
   Until the bees, from clover rows
   Their hock and sherry draw,
   

   Why, I will lend until just then,
   But not an hour more!
   

4. Daffodils

   by Charles A. Heath

   
   

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   And now here come the daffodils,
   The trumpeters of spring,
   All tooting joy, which thrills and thrills,
   The while again they bring
   Their happiest note attuned with cheer
   To tell that spring is truly here.
   

   I am always glad when daffodils
   Lift up their golden horn,
   To wake a day whose waking fills
   With mellowness the morn,
   And lures the southwinds thru the air
   To bear away my winter's care.
   

   I always thought the daffodils
   Which rise from frigid earth
   Were heroines with hearts and wills
   To understand the worth
   Of holding hope thru days severe,
   And burst with joy when spring is here.
   

   So blow your best, dear daffodils,
   I will listen full and long,
   To every note which ever thrills
   With your returning song;
   And when at night I rest my head,
   I will dream sweet dreams thus comforted.
   

5. My Daffodils

   by Arthur Goodenough

   
   

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   When April thrills the wakening hills,
   The sunshine on their summits spills
   The charm divine of amber wine—
   Then come the darling daffodils,—
   The darling, darling daffodils!
   

   While winter chills yet rarely kills,
   And slowly yet the Dream fulfills,
   In mist and rain they come again,
   The dainty, dancing daffodils—
   The dream—decended daffodils.
   

   When vapor crawls and mountain walls
   Give back the cuckoo's ringing calls,
   Old frinds and dear they reappear,
   The dauntless, dainty, daffodils,
   The hope-inspiring daffodils!
   

   Before the swallow wings his flight,
   Or frosts have ceased to blast and blight,
   With rapture fine their faces shine;
   The bliss-begotten daffodils,
   The bliss-bestowing daffodils!
   

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