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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 with the breeze . . . 
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.” 
The poet wrote, in his head-line note, the “ two best lines 
in it are by Mary — They flash. . .” 
Beautiful are the words Matthew Arnold wrote in memory 
of Wordsworth : 
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Keep fresh the grass upon his 
0 Rotha with thy living wave 
Sing him thy best ! for few or 
Hears th^ voice right, now he 
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grave, 
y 
none 
is gone.’ 
