I saw a crowd of daffodils standing by the trees;
I stood and watched them dancing in the gentle breeze.
Many of them were golden; a few of them were light:
Standing there together, they looked a pretty sight.
On the adjacent trees, pale pink blossom grew,
And the colour of the sky that day was a clear pale blue.
They were stood down by the river on a bank of green;
Peppered with mauve crocuses, it made pretty scene.
Trying to capture their beauty, I found it couldn’t be caught;
The daffodils had no idea of the joy to me they’d brought.
The sight of the daffodils had stopped me in my tracks;
And, as I carried on my way, I couldn’t help looking back.
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