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| 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 | 5 |
| Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. | |
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| 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: | 10 |
| Ten thousand saw I at a glance | |
| Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. | |
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| The waves beside them danced, but they | |
| Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:— | |
| A Poet could not but be gay | 15 |
| In such a jocund company! | |
| I gazed—and gazed—but little thought | |
| What wealth the show to me had brought; | |
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| For oft, when on my couch I lie | |
| In vacant or in pensive mood, | 20 |
| They flash upon that inward eye | |
| Which is the bliss of solitude; | |
| And then my heart with pleasure fills, | |
| And dances with the daffodils. | |
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