William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

Daffodils - Poem by William Henry Ogilvie

Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street,
Poor drooping, dusty daffodils - but oh! so Summer sweet!
Green stems that stab with loveliness, rich petal-cups to hold
The wine of Spring to lips that cling like bees about their gold!

What price to you for daffodils? I'll give what price you please,
For light and love and memory lie leaf by leaf with these!
And if I bought all Sydney Town I could not hope to buy
The wealth you bring of everything that goes with open sky!

My money for your daffodils: why do you thank me so?
If I have paid a reckless price, take up my gift and go,
And from the golden garden beds where gold the sunbeams shine
Bring in more flowers to light the hours for lover-hearts like mine!

Comments about Daffodils by William Henry Ogilvie

  • Rookie Melanie Todd (6/14/2010 9:33:00 PM)

    I love romanticism and this is in the tradition of John O'Brien and his ilk. Bush ballads and galloping rhymns etc. I come to this via Dr Nil and that heart string tugger 'Irish Lords'. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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