Daffodils remind me of' all the golden things— Butterballs and ballet frocks and moths with yellow wings, Fluttering and' swaying down Beneath'the orchard trees, Shaking out'their saffron sails to catch the first spring breeze. A 1 sea of gold there is today in every city park, But Oj the first-born daffodil—a candle iv green dark. —FAIRIEL.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 64, 12 September 1936, Page 20
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56Daffodils remind me of' all the golden things— Butterballs and ballet frocks and moths with yellow wings, Fluttering and' swaying down Beneath'the orchard trees, Shaking out'their saffron sails to catch the first spring breeze. A 1 sea of gold there is today in every city park, But Oj the first-born daffodil—a candle iv green dark. —FAIRIEL. Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 64, 12 September 1936, Page 20
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