To a Daffodil
When Death has shut the blue skies out from me,
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.
When Death has shut the blue skies out from me,
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.
When Death has shut the blue skies out from me,
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.
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