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.

William Wordsworth (‘Daffodils’)

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