The sun at noon to higher air ,
Unharnessing the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam ,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram .
So braver notes the storm-cock sings
To start the rusted wheel of things ,
And brutes in field and brutes in pen
Leap that the world goes round again .
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the daffodils away ,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils .
Afield for palms the girls repair ,
And sure enough the palms are there ,
And each will find by hedge and pond
Her waving silver-tufted wand .
In farm and field through all the shire
The eye beholds the heart's desire ；
Ah , let not only mine be vain ,
For lovers should be loved again .
Oh , when I was in love with you ,
Then I was clean and brave ,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by ,
And nothing will remain ,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again .