From an Old Garden (Cloud)/Daffodils

by Virginia Woodward Cloud

Daffodils

Dem bright Daffydillies, wid flyin' yaller hayar,I knowed dey likeness— I ain' sayin' where. . . .Eyes made o' April; teahs easy, too,Smilin' de nex' minit, at— I ain' sayin' who. . . .

Light gone out f'om de Big House now.Ole Win' creak de shetters, en break de white bough . . .But de Daffydils is flyin',An' I'll tell you-all dis,—Dey teks de pa'f huh young feet took——————My Lil Miss.