The Inn of Dreams/Daffodil Dawn

by Olive Custance

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Daffodil Dawn

 

While I slept, and dreamed of you,Morning, like a princess, came,All in robe of palest blue:Stooped and gathered in that hourFrom the east a golden flower,Great and shining flower of flame . . .Then she hastened on her waySinging over plain and hill—While I slept and dreamed of youDreams that never can come true . . .Morning at the gates of Day,Gathered Dawn, the daffodil!