Here is just one of the poems that when I first read it, I flew beneath the trees, felt the breeze blow in my face, and danced with the daffodils :)
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 crow d
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake,beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous 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
Outdid the sparkling waves in gle e
A poet could not be gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
When wealth the show to me had brought
For oft,when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward e ye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crow d
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake,beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous 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
Outdid the sparkling waves in gle e
A poet could not be gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
When wealth the show to me had brought
For oft,when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward e ye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils
