One of Marie's many favourite poems: Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wander'd 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. Continous as the stars that shine, and twinkle on the Milky Way, they stretch'd in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth to me the show had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.