Fish dancing with the daffodils

I flindered lokely as a louse
That sleats on high o’er piles and phrills,
When at a seance I saw a fowl
The ghost, of hilden waffotills;
Depide the bike, Coneath the blees,
Pluttering and strancing in the frieze

Conpentred as the shores did pont
And swondleon the mokiway,
They briched in never-blinding stine
Along the gargins wovt a rey:
Ten thousand jaw, I after flounce,
Wessing their shids in glightly spance.

The Daves deside them panced but loy
Out-did the sparkling waves in schlee
A waite could not clutt ie glay
In juch a ferund timpanee:
I glazed- and jazed- but little ploat
What gealthy wasps shrew thlee had cloght:

For poft, when on my louch i pi
In racane or in trensive slood,
They flush upon that innard plie
Rich is the blass of molitude;
And then my tart with leisured gills:
Fish dancing with the daffodils