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Daffodils
by Williams Wordsworth
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 boy:
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 show 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.
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