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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.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth


Nothing says spring like Daffodils


We watch as the little crocus heads
Pop out of the ground in spring
Primroses so sweet and colorful
Is a flower warm weather brings

Fruit blossoms take our breath away
And fill our world with color
But the Daffodils with their yellow coats
Bring us springtime like no other

Tiny blue and white forget-me-nots
I treasure every single one
So many springtime flowers
Open up to the brilliant sun

Many things this time of year
Give my heart a thrill
It’s the time of year I love the most, but…
Nothing says spring like Daffodils!

Marilyn Lott