On this day in eighteen-two
William Wordsworth took his cue.

Walking nigh to Ullswater Lake
Sister Dot said, “Need a break.”

Daffodils in rank profusion
set afire his elocution.

Five years hence he got it right—
the crowd, the host
of golden light.

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