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I wandered lonely as a cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on hogh o'er 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 Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be 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 that inward eye Which in the bliss of solitude; And the my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth |
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