[Brian Allgar]

I wandered lonely as a Cloud, or more precisely
A mass of liquid droplets hanging in suspension
Within the troposphere (I really ought to mention
Its type and form, but strive to write concisely),

That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills - I mean to say,
It hovers and perambulates without support,
Defying gravity, perplexing human thought,
Traversing gradients and valleys on its way -

When all at once I saw a crowd - to put it stronger,
I suddenly perceived a vast conglomeration,
A very multitude, a massive aggregation ...
Of what, you ask? I’ll keep you in suspense no longer:

Narcissus Pseudonarcissus bedecked those hills
(A member of the Amaryllis family),
All swaying in the gentle breeze so balmily -
In other words, a host of dancing Daffodils.