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, ‘I wandered lonely as a Cloud,’ 1804.
Daffodil Valley, Virginia Water, Berkshire, by Graham Dash.