A Daffodil Day
All day long blew the daffodils,
by Teresa Hooley
Oh, what a sight to see,
A myriad gold-gowned daffodils,
Moved to a rhythmic glee.
Night drew down on the daffodils;
Gold was the moon on high,
With a golden star-crowd twinkling-
Daffodils in the sky.
All night long blew the daffodils,
All night long on the lawn;
Pale grew the stars in their courses-
Up came a daffodil dawn.