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 ...

So begins a famous poem of William Wordsworth’s, one that was often ... The poet comes upon ‘a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.’ The flowers flutter and dance before him, their petals ...

When you’re giving daffodils, flower superstition says never give a single daffodil, as bringing one into the house will bring misfortune; always give a bunch, to ensure happiness. Wordsworth ...