꧁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