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William Wordsworth |
 (First version 1807)
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The Daffodils |
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high oŽer 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 Out-did the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a laughing 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 the inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. |
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