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William Allingham - Daffodil
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     Gold tassel upon March`s bugle-horn,
       Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill
       And every valley rings--O Daffodil!
     What promise for the season newly born?
     Shall wave on wave of flow`rs, full tide of corn,
       O`erflow the world, then fruited Autumn fill
       Hedgerow and garth? Shall tempest, blight, or chill
     Turn all felicity to scathe and scorn?

     Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
       Lies open, writ in blossoms; not a bird
       Of evil augury is seen or heard:
     Come now, like Pan`s old crew, we`ll dance and sing,
     Or Oberon`s: for hill and valley ring
       To March`s bugle-horn,--Earth`s blood is stirred.
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