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Yellow Daffodils

THE DAFFODILS

By WilliamWordsworth

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 shew 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.