The speaker looks at two plants and weighs them against each other. The fuchsia is struggling: a tangle of sticks, spotty leaves and a few stunted buds, and it's picky about water and light. The daffodils are its opposite. Whatever spring throws at them, whether flood, freeze or late snow, they push up through the grass and ring the lawn with yellow and white.
The last three lines turn the comparison toward something more personal. The speaker only "expects" there is some liberty in "taking what is given" and staying rooted. That tentative phrasing makes the thought feel like something being tried on rather than a firm belief. Blooming "from the settled bulb" suggests a freedom that comes from accepting your circumstances and drawing on what lies deep inside you, not from being delicate or demanding.
The mood is quiet and reflective, with a little dry humor in the fuchsia's fussiness. It ends on calm, modest reassurance rather than triumph.