She's in a frock of Lincoln green, Which color likes the sight; And never hath her beauty seen But through a veil of white. GORBO Thou well describst the daffodil; It is not full an hour Since by the spring, near yonder hill, I saw that lovely flower. BATTE Yet my fair flower thou didst not meet, No news of her didst bring; And yet my Daffodil's more sweet Than that by yonder spring. GORBO I saw a shepherd that doth keep In yonder field of lilies Was making (as he fed his sheep) A wreath of daffodillies. BATTE Yet, Gorbo, thou deludst me still, My flower thou didst not see; For know my pretty Daffodil Is worn of none but me. To show itself but near her feet No lily is so bold, Except to shade her from the heat, Or keep her from the cold. GORBO Through yonder vale as I did pass Descending from the hill, I met a smirking bonny lass; They call her Daffodil, Whose presence as along she went The pretty flowers did greet, As though their heads they downward bent With homage to her feet, And all the shepherds that were nigh From top of every hill Unto the valleys loud did cry: There goes sweet Daffodil! BATTE Ay, gentle shepherd, now with joy Thou see my flocks doth fill; That's she alone, kind shepherd boy, Let's us to Daffodil! The flower was also called jonquil, saffron lily, Lent lily and narcissus. It was the large yellow narcissus, known as the Rose of Sharon, so common in Palestine, of which Mohammed said: "He that hath two cakes of bread, let him sell one of them for a flower of the narcissus; for bread is the food of the body, but narcissus is the food of the soul." Narcissus, the most beautiful youth of Bœotia, was told that he would live happily until he saw his own face. Loved by the nymphs, and particularly Echo, he rejected their advances for he was immune to love and admiration. One day, however, he beheld himself in a stream and became so fascinated with his reflection that he pined to death gazing at his own image. For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, Whom the sad Echo answers in her turn, And now the sister nymphs prepare his urn; When looking for his corpse, they only found A rising stalk with yellow blossoms crowned. In the center of the cup are to be found the tears of Narcissus! Because the flower was consecrated to Ceres and to the Underworld and to the Elysian Fields, the daffodil was one of the flowers that Proserpine was gathering when "dusky Dis" carried her off--and the myth also hints that the Earth purposely brought the asphodel forth from the Underworld to entice the unsuspecting daughter of Ceres. Sophocles associates the daffodil with the garlands of great goddesses: "And ever, day by day, the narcissus with its beauteous clusters, the ancient coronet of the mighty goddesses, bursts into bloom by heaven's dew."[33] [33] _Œdipus Coloneus._