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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