# A Host of Golden Daffodils - House of Mirrors Collection

> As of Nov 5, 2026, A Host of Golden Daffodils - House of Mirrors Collection has no recorded sale.

- Page: https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2963/21521
- Collection: [MakersPlace](https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2963.md)
- Token ID: [21521](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1/21521)
- Contract: [0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1) (ERC-721)
- Owner: [garyharford.eth](https://www.gondi.xyz/0xd29ac591553d6af696c85abff80f765612d0ef5d)
- Image: https://i2c.seadn.io/ethereum/0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1/c834badd179011787cd2fd160cfab4/8ac834badd179011787cd2fd160cfab4.png?w=1000

## Description

A glitch abstract digital painting from the artist's House of Mirrors Collection

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;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
  Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—
A Poet could not but be gay
  In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:
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

Data from GONDI (https://www.gondi.xyz), Nov 5, 2026.