It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, — Daffodils

"Early nineteenth-century American treats daffodils as a background plant — in their Dutch bulb niche after s and tulips, with little landscape direction. As the century progresssed, the popularity of narcissus increased and warranted more attention. Landscape uses diverged from hyacinths and tulips, not only because of their comparatively muted colors, but also differences in cultivation—sturdier daffodils did not require (nor thrive with) annual lifting and could perennialize, broadening their uses."

"If thou hast a loaf of bread, sell half and buy the flowers of the narcissus; for bread nourisheth the body, but the flowers of the narcissus the soul."

"When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head twards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed."

"When the face of night is fair in the dewy downs And the shining daffodil dies."

"O fateful flower beside the rill— The Daffodil, the daffodil!"

"The daffodil is our doorside queen; She pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green."