Her laughter bloomed along the air, Like daffodils in early spring That down brown vistas gaily bring Their yellow richness everywhere. A golden thing! A joy apart! It lifted flowers above my snow -- Like crocus buds that come and go The coloured pulse of springtime's heart. Those cups of gold and purple wine Have faded with the daffodils: No music echoes in the hills, No chalice waits for lips of mine. With bitter rain that cup would fill If lifted to May's white despair. Lost laughter blooms along the air And dances like a daffodil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LINCOLN HOME by ZELLA ACKERMAN EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |