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 ...

Let’s start the week off with a little poetry. Like all great writers, William Wordsworth drew from the ... A host, of golden daffodils.’ The flowers flutter and dance before him, their ...