Daffodil Smelling


Studiously, I smell the daffodils:

I know they will not last, and yet I ply

Their stems, and press their blossom frills—

Their cups and saucers—to my nose, and try

To feel they’ll last forever—or, at least

Burst hints of thrills eternal, ere they die.

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