“O fateful flower beside the rill– The Daffodil, the daffodil!”
A house with daffodils in it is a house lit up,
whether or no the sun be shining outside.
~ A.A. Milne
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.