My Terrace Garden 2

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

~ Lope de Vega

Enchanting Mystery

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

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

~William Wordsworth, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," 1804