I wandered to the lea

Wordsworth’s lea

Beneath umbrella

Hoping to conjure

His host of daffodils

 

But wet Windemere

Defeated me

Instead of Spring

And yellow daffodils

In dripping Windemere

I could only think

That Autumn was too near

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