Classic Poem

It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry,
For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky,
And when down the midnight the owl calls “to-whoo!”
Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too;
How sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time!

It is time for the song; it is time for the sonnet;
It is time for Belinda to have a new bonnet,
All fashioned and furbished with things that are fair,
To rest like a crown on her daffodil hair;
Love beats in the heart like the pulse of a rhyme,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time!

It is time when the vales and the hills cry “Away!
Come, join in the joy of the daffodil day!”
For somewhere one waits, with a glow on her face,
With her daffodil smile, and her daffodil grace.
There's a lilt in the air, there's a cheer, there's a chime,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time!