| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Daffodils | | By Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856–1935) |
| | | FATHERED by March, the daffodils are here. | |
| First, all the air grew keen with yesterday, | |
| And once a thrush from out some hollow gray | |
| On a field’s edge, where whitening stalks made cheer, | |
| Fluted the last unto the budding year; | 5 |
| Now, that the wind lets loose from orchard spray | |
| Plum bloom and peach bloom down the dripping way, | |
| Their punctual gold through the wet blades they rear. | |
| Oh, fleet and sweet! A light to all that pass | |
| Below, in the cramped yard, close to the street, | 10 |
| Long-stemmed one flames behind the palings bare, | |
| The whole of April in a tuft of grass. | |
| Scarce here, soon will it be—oh, sweet and fleet!— | |
| Gone like a snatch of song upon the stair. | | | | |
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