A Sonnet, For Love of a Daffodil
The daffodil! Thou sweet charmer of the fields, With golden hue so glinting in Thy grace, These days of spring, each flower yields Is bidden forth with strong embrace.
Fair queen of morn, I place my trust; Thy beauty, pure, doth cause my heart, As if this dew, a gentle lust, Doth spring and never part.
- Ben Jonson