an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
William Wordsworth
 (First version 1807)
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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