'Tis spring; come out to ramble <br />The hilly brakes around, <br />For under thorn and bramble <br />About the hollow ground <br />The primroses are found. <br /> <br />And there's the windflower chilly <br />With all the winds at play, <br />And there's the Lenten lily <br />That has not long to stay <br />And dies on Easter day. <br /> <br />And since till girls go maying <br />You find the primrose still, <br />And find the windflower playing <br />With every wind at will, <br />But not the daffodil, <br /> <br />Bring baskets now, and sally <br />Upon the spring's array, <br />And bear from hill and valley <br />The daffodil away <br />That dies on Easter day.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lent-lily/
