"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through."
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Source: William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.365
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