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I WANDERD lonely as a cloud | |
That floats on high oer vales and hills, | |
When all at once I saw a crowd, | |
A host of golden daffodils, | |
Beside the lake, beneath the trees | 5 |
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. | |
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Continuous as the stars that shine | |
And twinkle on the milky way, | |
They stretchd in never-ending line | |
Along the margin of a bay: | 10 |
Ten thousand saw I at a glance | |
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. | |
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The waves beside them danced, but they | |
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: | |
A Poet could not but be gay | 15 |
In such a jocund company! | |
I gazedand gazedbut little thought | |
What wealth the show to me had brought; | |
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For oft, when on my couch I lie | |
In vacant or in pensive mood, | 20 |
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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