| 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 dancing Daffodills; | |
| Along the Lake, beneath the trees, | 5 |
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
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| The waves beside them danced, but they | |
| Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— | |
| A Poet could not but be gay | |
| In such a laughing company: | 10 |
| I gaz'd—and gaz'd—but little thought | |
What wealth the shew to me had brought:
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| For oft when on my couch I lie | |
| In vacant or in pensive mood, | |
| They flash upon that inward eye | 15 |
| Which is the bliss of solitude, | |
| And then my heart with pleasure fills, | |
| And dances with the Daffodils. | |