| I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud 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 I saw, 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 jocund company; I gazed - and gazed - but little thought what wealth this 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. William Wordsworth 1770-1850 |
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