The pure, springtime symphony of
Yellow daffodils in the skyward garden
Shine at a dancing hour.
A soft, blossomy throng
Besought, are
Those sunny flowers.
Like trumpets coram populo
They play with gold instilled as
This azure day drinks in the songs
Their blooms so gladly peddle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely glimps of spring! Love this poem, so well done! Constance