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Continuous as the stars that shine
A poet could not but be gay,
Along the margin of a bay:
What wealth the show to me had brought:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
For oft, when on my couch I lie
The waves beside them danced; but they
A host, of golden daffodils;
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
And dances with the daffodils.
They stretched in never-ending line
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
They flash upon that inward eye
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
And twinkle on the milky way,
In such a jocund company:
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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 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:
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.