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I have just won a one euro bet that the name of this poem was to daffodils and not to the daffodils. It's a great poem, and nicer in my view than the much more famous wordsworth poem.
Saw this poem on a crammed tube train in London about 30 years ago.
had nowhere to look except at the angled adverts above. (alliteration unintended)
-and it just stuck.
Don't remember even learning it off.
and now thanks to this wonderful website I found it again.
Good morrow to the day so fair;Good morning, sir, to you;Good morrow to mine own torn hair,Bedabbled with the dew.Good morning to this primrose too;Good morrow to each maid;That will with flowers the tomb bestrewWherein my Love is laid.