William Wordworth

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 Wordworth 1770-1850: 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' (1815 ed.)

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