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Daffodils
I wander'd 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
Outdid 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 to me the show 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
