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 |
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The waves beside them danced; but they
For oft, when on my couch I lie
William Wordsworth 1770 - 1850 |