"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods."
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Source: 1837 'At Bologna, In Remembrance of the Late Insurrections: Continued', l.12-14 (published 1842).
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