Maude Egerton King & the jocund daffodil

Now that Maude Egerton King's grave has been cleared, I have decided to plant some bulbs there.  Remembering the words of Maude's poem 'Young Tree in Spring', I have planted some daffodils:

I grew aware of life, an inner fire

            Of memory and belief

Ran upwards, outwards, in a great desire,

             And lo! Then leaf by leaf,

Remembering my other springs, I rose;

And earth around remembers too, and grows            

            Into her ancient grace,

With ‘here my daisies – there before it froze

            A tiny rill did race.’

The wild young wind that ever caught me so

            Still takes me at his will,-

The dark, sweet violet, still hiding low, 

And over the hedge in golden dance and glow

            The jocund daffodil,-

The bird that in my budding branches sings,

            The happy, happy bird,

A creature careless, being blessed with wings,

How far a-field his mid-air foothold swings (extract)

Hopefully the flowers will come up this Spring and multiply for plenty more to come.  I do hope that she likes them!  I think her grave now looks a little more loved.  The bulbs planted are: Narcissus 'Bittern', Narcissus 'Rippling Waters' and Mascari 'White Magic'.