"There's a grassy slope not far away Where thousands of Narcissus bloom,
And I catch my breath, as I watch them swayTossing their sweet perfume.
Gaily they nod their dear little heads And smilingly welcome me,
As they spring up fresh from their winter beds,Eager for company.
Their round white faces fair and clean Are purer than frost or snow,
And I thank the hands, tho' now unseen;
That planted them, long ago."
- Nora McFarlane, Hillside Narcissus
