I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

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When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

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Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

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The stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

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Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;

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A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company;

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

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What wealth to me the show had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

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They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

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And dances with the daffodils.