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 a never-ending line along the margin of the bay; ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they outdid the sparkling waves in glee: someone could not but be gay in such a jocund company. I gazed and gazed, but little thought what wealth the show had brought me.
For often, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in a pensive mood, they flashed upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude. And my heart fills, and dances with the daffodils.
Enraging a knight of joy, hassling darkness, converting it into purity arises from the fact that daffodils emerge each spring to bright up barren landscapes with their cheerful color.
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Weird Inspirations
Historia CortaThe content contains short paragraphs which I wrote over years on the different feelings and experience of life I had and inspirations out of nowhere.
