Sun upon th’ sedges, Gorse about th’ glen, Wings among th’ hedges, Spring comes again. Bloom upon th’ bushes, Joy above th’ hills, Whisper in th’ rushes, Laughter o’ th’ rills, Who 'Il come a-dancing through th’ daffodils?

Ring me a gay chime on a silver bell. Spring-time ’nd wing-time waking in th’ dell. Blow, blow a cadence through a mellow reed, Gay for a May-dance on th’ daisy mead. Sing me a roundelay merry with trills, ’nd i'll come a-dancing through th’ daffodils.

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