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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 on 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 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.

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