THE LAST DANCE OF THE DAFFODILS
Through the grey houghs where'appleblossom dies Sadly the wind in mournful cadence sighs; And, in the grass below, the spring’s last throng Of 'daffodils, dance to its song— Drearily swaying In frills that are fraying, . And rusting, and ragged, and old; Curtseying 'lowly, . Sadly and slowly, In dresses of faded gold; Wearily bowing To the wind’s soughing So dreary and mournful, and cold. Birds 'mid the dying apple-blossoms sing Their sweet farewells to the departing spring; And all the air with .windy music fills For the last dance of the daffodils. ■—Original, by “Excelsior Elf,” aged 15, Hawera.
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Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 48, 19 November 1932, Page 19
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104THE LAST DANCE OF THE DAFFODILS Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 48, 19 November 1932, Page 19
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