O daffodil, what is your delay?
I bribed the sun to stay,
and winter's chill
I made ill;
with it I refused to play.
Left alone it went away.
I have my quill;
sweet daffodil
bloom me a bouquet,
add to spring's array,
and with your thrill
do stay till
forever and a day.
O daffodil, what is your delay?
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
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