Daffodils

13 Nov

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The Daffodils

I wander’d 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 in the milky way,

They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in a 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.

W. Wordsworth

 

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