Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street, <br />Poor drooping, dusty daffodils -- but oh! so Summer sweet! <br />Green stems that stab with loveliness, rich petal-cups to hold <br />The wine of Spring to lips that cling like bees about their gold! <br /> <br />What price to you for daffodils? I'll give what price you please, <br />For light and love and memory lie leaf by leaf with these! <br />And if I bought all Sydney Town I could not hope to buy <br />The wealth you bring of everything that goes with open sky! <br /> <br />My money for your daffodils: why do you thank me so? <br />If I have paid a reckless price, take up my gift and go, <br />And from the golden garden beds where gold the sunbeams shine <br />Bring in more flowers to light the hours for lover-hearts like mine!<br /><br />Will. H. Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils-4/
