Dance of the Daffodils. En attendant le printemps

In the Allan Conservatory of Toronto.

 

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.

 

Wordsworth - Daffodils.

Done