Despite the rain and the cold the
garden is full of daffodils now. They must have multiplied themselves by fifty
percent since last year.
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.
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