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 ...

Like all great writers, William Wordsworth drew from the past to make ... The poet comes upon ‘a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.’ The flowers flutter and dance before him, their petals ...

There’s something special about discovering that golden expanse of wild daffodils covering the ... affinity with the one-time poet laureate William Wordsworth as you walk in his footsteps.