 | The wind in the trees |  |
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DAFFODIL
Who passes down the wintry street?
Hey, ho, daffodil!
A sudden flame of gold and sweet.
Hey, ho, daffodil!
A sudden flame of gold and sweet.
With sword of emerald girt so meet,
And golden gay from head to feet.
And golden gay from head to feet.
How are you here this wintry day?
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Your radiant fellows yet delay.
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Your radiant fellows yet delay.
No windflower dances scarlet gay,
Nor crocus-flame lights up the way.
Nor crocus-flame lights up the way.
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What land of cloth o' gold and green,
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Cloth o' gold with the green between,
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Cloth o' gold with the green between,
Was that you left but yestere'en
To light a gloomy world and mean?
To light a gloomy world and mean?
King trumpeter to Flora queen,
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Blow, and the golden jousts begin.
Hey, ho, daffodil!
Blow, and the golden jousts begin.
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