I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high over 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 boundary,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced,
Outdid 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 brought,
For often, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in a 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 golden daffodils. 

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