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.
Tomorrow (15 April) will be 214 years since William Wordsworth and his sister, Dorothy, saw some beautiful daffodils that inspired them to write the famous poem, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. (via oupacademic)












