From the Greek by Andrew Lang
NOW the bright crocus flames, and now
    The slim narcissus takes the rain,
And, straying o’er the mountain’s brow,
    The daffodillies bud again.
The thousand blossoms wax and wane
    On wold, and heath, and fragrant bough,
    But fairer than the flowers art thou,
Than any growth of hill or plain...