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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
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but
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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