- 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 dancing Daffodills;
- Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
- Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
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- The waves beside them danced, but they
- Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:—
- A Poet could not but be gay
- In such a laughing company:
- I gaz'd—and gaz'd—but little thought
- What wealth the shew to me had brought:
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- 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.