The February sprite is here, for see! He tied green ribbons on the willow-tree, Let down the elm-tree's soft brown hair, did he; And waked the bluets, sleepy-eyed and wee Beside the rills. Not even then the business was done; He dipped a finger in the golden sun And, like a school-boy scribbling just for fun, Across the garden-bed this wanton one Wrote daffodils! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS |