But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William WordsworthI 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 WordsworthThat kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
William Wordsworth