While these are not daffodils as the season is not yet here, I strike likeliness with William Wordsworth's poem:
"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."
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