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 stretch in never-ending line.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
by: williiam wordsworth
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