Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.
First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,
And once a thrush from out some hollow gray
On a field’s edge, where whitening stalks made cheer,
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Yes, the daffodils come and show us their beauty for such a short time, but makes us look forward to all the blooms to come! Nice poem.