IF daffodils were merely yellow flowers, It would not hurt my heart to see them grow -- But ah, they speak to me of April hours And gardened mornings now so long ago. For daffodils are memory and token Of vanished days too tender to be sung, Before a single happy dream was broken In my love's gentle heart when she was young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE VERLAINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MEMORY'S VISIT by DEAN ALETTA BAILLIE THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |