THIS sunny day, so glad, so gay,
A song my blooming garden fills;
And she has come, the smiling May,
And strown her way with daffodils.
They nod to me, with glances free,
Till all my heart-complaining stills;
It is so good once more to see
My golden, golden daffodils.
A fairy ring, they sway, they swing,
Where’er the wayward west wind wills;
They time the melody of spring,
Those golden, golden daffodils.
Fair stars of May, they light the way,
Till I forget life’s wintry ills,
For, oh, I see my darling stray
Adown among the daffodils.
Her hair is goldener than they,
Her laughter all my pulses thrills;
Ah, fleeting mirage of the May,
She wakes not with the daffodils!
Laura U. Feuling.