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TO A DAFFODIL

Original, by ELEANOR MILSON (12) Golden flower! Where did you find (hat bright gold for your petals? Was it given to you, or did you find it? Yes, I think 1 know now. You received it from the sun's warm beams. As it shone down upon you you must have gathered its light to you. until now von shine forth like burnished gold.

Daffodil! Where did your trumpet come from? Your long, round trumpet that I see shining like your petals. Perhaps it is a pixie microphone for the pixies to broadcast to fairyland through you. Golden daffodil! From where did you get your stalk? Your long, green stalk that* I sometimes sec swaying gracefully in the calm, spring breeze. It is such a lovely green, daffodil. Is it your long evening gown that you often wear when yon go dancing with the fairies in the wood? Golden flower! How graceful and beautiful you are. 1 must at, last pass oil and you must too. Oh daffodil, come again next spring!

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23618, 30 March 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)

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TO A DAFFODIL New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23618, 30 March 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)

TO A DAFFODIL New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23618, 30 March 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)