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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud 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. 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.

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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud 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. 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.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud

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. William Wordsworth

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