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DAFFODILS. 
BY WORDSWORTH. 
I wanper’p lonely as a cloud 
‘That floats on high o’er vales and Ini.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. 
| Sontinuous as the stars that shine {| 
vi And twinkle in the Milky-way, \ 
HL hey stretch’d in never-ending line ( 
i Along the margin of a bay: ( 
fen thousand saw I at a glance, p 
MI ‘Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. ( 
The waves beside them danced; but they 
I) Nutdid 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 T lie, 
[n 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 dan>es with the daffodils. 
