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I wandered 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.

I never saw a Moor –
I never saw the Sea –
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven –
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given –

Highlander wrote: ↑Wed Feb 25, 2026 5:46 pm There you go, hermano!

I'll match you undergraduate degree with my BA in English Literature, and raise your Master's with a MS in Logistics and a MA in Business Management. OK, since we are talking (and speaking) English, you win.

This is predictable, but beautiful. And I have seen just these, in a spring, in Victoria, BC.

I wandered 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.

My favorite poet is the American Dickinson, sorta as Romantic, sorta a Transcendentalist. sorta a pre=Modern, and completely Emily.

I never saw a Moor –
I never saw the Sea –
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven –
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given –

The rest of you will just have to put up with this.