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The Lent Lily
(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

The Lent Lily

Poem By Alfred Edward Housman

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.

And there's the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.

And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.

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Comments (1)

This is a beaytiful poem, but the advice to pick the wild daffodils is not good! The ones I used to see along the river are noo longer there, alas. It id now a rime to pidk them.