I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth

On going through my picture library, found this shot of a cloud which then jump started a spring in my head - reminiscent of the good old English literature days...

Livistona rotundifolia

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.

The waves beside them dance; but they

out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

a poet could not but be gay,

in such a jocund company:

I gazed---and gazed---but little thought

what wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft when on the couch I lie

in vacant or in pensive mood,

they flash upon that inward eye

which is the bliss for solitude;

and then my heart with pleasure fills,

and dances with the daffodils.

                                                                William Wordsworth

                                                                                                  1770-1850

p.s. if need be, I could substitute 'palms' for 'daffodils' but rhyme it would not!