In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

399 [Once I heard my daffodils Once I heard my daffodils, Crowded in the slender glass, Whisper; springeth now the grass On the shouldering, seaward slopes Where the purblind seafog gropes Up the cañons of wet rills. Still they said, the daffodils Leaning from the crystal vase, Now the wild oats grow apace Where the strong sun warms the sod By old trails the padres trod On the poppy-breasted hills. Gossiped thus the daffodils, Now the blunt-faced bees carouse Mid the high wind shaken boughs; Quit O house-bound heart your pain And by trails all sweet with rain Find the young year in the hills! Editor’s Notes AU 385: manuscript dated San Francisco, February 17, 1905. ...

Share