Daffodils, my blondines -- I come a clement troubadour -- To work your dirten bed -- Your cuplets brimming -- Your ermine soil, its viands -- Hock upon your leaflets -- O species of nosegay -- Royal-blooded dingle -- Product of broad gales and dim cradles -- Propitious visions -- Before your ruddy necromancy I am a blank balladeer -- Before your mitred bustling bloom -- My prolix verses fade
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