@Dutchy,
Letty is still here, just wandering lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vale and hill then all at once she saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils.
Dutchy, Wordsworth lives on in his poetry.
and 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 rapture fills,
And dances with the daffodils