World Poetry Day

Its a really important day today:
In order of importance it's:

1. Dad's birthday
2. the first day of spring
3. World Poetry Day

and the three are all tied up so closely together it's appropriate they share the same special day:

In honour of all three, a few lines from Robert Herrick -

'Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
    Has not attain'd his noon.
                Stay, stay
        Until the hasting day
                Has run
        But to the evensong;
And, having pray'd together, we
        Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
    We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
    As you, or anything.
                We die
        As your hours do, and dry
                Away
        Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
        Ne'er to be found again.

and William Wordsworth -

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.