VAGRANT VERSE
THE DAFFODILS. (Written for the Southland Times). In all their flashing glory the daffodils are out And frollicking like fairies they gaily dance about; How sweet the smiles they scatter as, waving to and fro, They revel in the sunshine that streams on all below. O Winter, cruel Winter, the terror of the year, Had mured them in a dungeon that dismal was and drear, He held them fast in fetters that fretted them till they Despaired of ever seeing the beaming eye of day. But Flora, Spring’s own maiden, came lightly o’er the sea, And chased him from our island, and set his prisoners free, So now in all the gardens in furbelows and frills You see the gentle sporting of graceful daffodils. They flow in all their beauty these children of the Sun, Arrayed in robes the finest that he himself has spun; . And every heart. rejoices to see them dancing there In their betwitching splendour, so fresh, so sweet, so fair. Robert Francis. Bluff, September 9.
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Southland Times, Issue 19345, 10 September 1924, Page 4
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171VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19345, 10 September 1924, Page 4
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