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The Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

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.