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THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
DAFFODILS. 
BY WORDSWORTH. 
I wander’d lonely as a cloud 
That floats on high o’er vales and hil.s, 
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 in 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 
Outdid 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. 
