Classic Poem

When the southern breezes blow,
How doth melt the crusted snow;
Opens wide the daffodil,
Standing stately on the hill;
In it sweetest meanings lie,
Flower of love and chivalry;
For the good thou hast done me,
This the flower I give to thee!

Southern winds bring skies of blue,
From the south thou camest too,
And thy influence, warm and sweet,
Like the first bright April heat,
Melted all my nature's crust,
Bitterness and cold distrust
Then upsprung the daffodil,
Flower that thinks of no one ill,
Emblem of a nobler mood,
Faith in—love for—womanhood
This, which now I give to thee,
Thy own sunshine woke in me,
Flower of love and chivalry!