'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 show to me had brought:
-William Wordsworth
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