This section is from the book "The Gardener's Monthly And Horticulturist V20", by Thomas Meehan. See also: Four-Season Harvest: Organic Vegetables from Your Home Garden All Year Long.
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 stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of the 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 <m 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. - WORDSWORTH.
 
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