To an Early Daffodil

by Amy Lowell
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
 Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
 The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
 Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
 Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
 To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
 Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops.  Always bold
 To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.