The Daffodils

William Wordsworth; His poems always opens the way of our imagination.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on hight 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 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,
Then 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;


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