The Song of the Narcissus Fairy.

Brown bulbs were buried deep;

Now, from the kind old earth,

Out of the winter’s sleep,

Comes a new birth!

Flowers on stems that sway;

Flowers of snowy white;

Flowers as sweet as day,

After the night.

So does Narcissus bring

Tidings most glad and plain;

«Winter’s gone; here is Spring —

Easter again!»

+++(нарцисС с двумя сы пишется, а так красиво)