Is Three a Crowd?

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

If three is a crowd, then my yard qualifies for almost spring!

I can only imagine Wordsworth's ten thousand...

..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.
-William Wordsworth