Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
"O fateful flower beside the rill--
The Daffodil, the daffodil!"
"O fateful flower beside the rill--
The Daffodil, the daffodil!"
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
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Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day,
When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
