The Daffodils

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This poem is a must for any gardener or nature lover. Truly beautiful.



                                                 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 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
                                                               Outdid 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

                                                 


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