NARCISSUS. 
A bed of the many-colored Narcissus stood near, 
whose coroneled cups attracted the little girl. They 
called to her, with many voices, to come away and 
talk to them; and as they waved in the morning 
wind, they reminded her of the song of the poet. 
“ 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. 
I gazed and gazed, but little thought 
What wealth to me the show had brought. 
And oft when on my couch I lie 
