I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’r Vales and Hills

When all at once I saw  a crowd

A host of dancing Daffodils

Along the Lake, beneath the trees

Ten thousand dancing in the breeze

 

The waves beside them danced, but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee

A Poet could not but be gay

In such a laughing company

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the shew 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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