Alex Massie

A Wordsworth Day

A Wordsworth Day
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In honour of the nicest day of the year so far:

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.

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This afternoon, at home. Though since we're at the foot of the Yarrow valley, this poem is almost as appropriate.

Written byAlex Massie

Alex Massie is Scotland Editor of The Spectator. He also writes a column for The Times and is a regular contributor to the Scottish Daily Mail, The Scotsman and other publications.

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