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,           
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.   
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:   
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. 

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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