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No daffodils, I’m afraid, but we’ve got the clouds and a lake.

“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”

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 d...