The Daffodils. I wandered lonely as a cloud, Les jonquilles, en attendant le printemps.

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.

.............William Wordsworth.

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