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the golden daffodil

Lifts from earth his shining head

That was lately frozen still

In the gardens of the dead.

Sing to the Lord a new song!

Roundelays and virelays,

Who hath slain Death and is young

Master of your holidays.

Now from places underground

Gold and purple folk will go

Haled by the shrill trumpet sound

From their wormy beds below.

Now the stone is from the tomb!

Now 'tis Easter and the morn!

Christ the Lord of Life is come,

Hath slain Death, and Life is born.