With apologies to you for breaking the theme, and also to Wordsworth

As solitary as a cloud
That looks from high on hollow hills,
I saw straightway a brilliant crowd,
A host of saffron daffodils;
A glinting lawn around an arbor,
Swaying in wind down to a harbor.

Continuous as yon shining stars
That fill our galaxy with light,
Blooming hard at hand and far
Along a curving swath of bight:
A thousand saw I, glancing fast,
Dancing with a sprightly cast.

A ship in port in wind did bob
But far from half as gaily:
And I could only watch and sob
At such jocundity in frailty:
I saw it all, but hardly thought
What joy that show had with it brought.

For oft, supining in a chair,
In vacant or in thoughtful mood,
I flash on it, with musing air,
And blissfully upon it brood:
At which my blood flows forth in rills
To nourish growing daffodils.