daffodil

Something Sylvia was knowing of that sweet daffodil time in the heart of a girl before the hovering swallows dare to fly.

"I think I know who committed the Daffodil Murder," he said steadily.

And there are Keats' and Shelley's well-known and beautiful lines which bring down the praises of the Daffodil to our own day.

In fact, I am not so certain that the daffodil is a native of China at all, though China's a mighty big place.

Note also his "Daffodil Fields," which is quite different from these and full of peculiar beauty.