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,
[Dancing in the February breeze.]
I tried not to mess up Wordsworth’s meter too much.
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Sycamore St. The High House. 1:32 pm on February 4, 2012
Ahhh, the daffodils of, um, winter.
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,
[Dancing in the February breeze.]
I tried not to mess up Wordsworth’s meter too much.