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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