Daffodil

The first day of March, a mild and balmy day.
A good day at work.
Spring is around the corner...


O Love-star of the unbeloved March,
When cold and shrill,
Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch
The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill,
And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!
Aubrey De Vere-Ode to the Daffodil.