I took a photo of some lovely Italian daffodils growing by a stream. You can tell they are Italian by the palm trees in the background.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth (1804-07)
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.
Then the last verse:-
For oft, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.