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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 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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