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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By William Allingham (1824–1889)

From ‘Flower Pieces’

GOLD tassel upon March’s bugle-horn,

Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill

And every valley rings—O Daffodil!

What promise for the season newly born?

Shall wave on wave of flow’rs, full tide of corn,

O’erflow the world, then fruited Autumn fill

Hedgerow and garth? Shall tempest, blight, or chill

Turn all felicity to scathe and scorn?

Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring

Lies open, writ in blossoms; not a bird

Of evil augury is seen or heard:

Come now, like Pan’s old crew, we’ll dance and sing,

Or Oberon’s: for hill and valley ring

To March’s bugle-horn,—Earth’s blood is stirred.