BESIDE THE LAKE

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I wandered lonely as a cloud   That floats on high over 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 stretched 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 - 1804.

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ThierryKarine

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