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Daffodils I wonder lonely as a cloud That floats on high over valleys 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 a never-ending line. Along the margin of a bay Ten thousand I saw at a glance Tossing their hands 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; It gazed –and gazed– but little though What wealth to me show to me had brought For on 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. — William Wordsworth
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