In memory of Dad who loved, in particular, all spring flowers. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth 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 ⁠Outdid 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.