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.…
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads
in sprightly dance.…
—William Wordsworth
Today is my half birthday. 6 more months, and these will really be blooming.
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