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"Daffodils" (1804)
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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).