I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

Someone in my office was talking about William Wordsworth's Daffodils and it got me thinking about one of the best stories I ever heard about him...

Sir Walter Scott went to stay with Wordsworth in the lakes and became thoroughly bored with the company of his host, pretended to go to bed, climbed out of his window and went for a riotous evening down the local pub.
Wordsworth was doing the whole midnight creative poet bit outside "gathering inspiration for his work" as Sir Walter made his way home rather inebriated and weaving in and out of the trees. It was quite misty and Sir Walter appeared a kind of ghostly figure which Wordsworth took to be Sir Walter's spirit roaming about at night.
The next day at breakfast Wordsworth took great delight in telling Sir Walter that the lakes were clearly good for his creative side as his spirit wandered about late at night, and rumour has it he wasn't told of this jaunt until long after his house guest had returned home and enough people had heard about the "ghost of Sir Walter Scott".