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 Copy Share Image
“When I first opened this book and saw all those scholarly footnotes, my heart leapt up as though I saw a host of golden daffodils.” — Steven Moore Copy Share Image
