I wandered lonely as a cloud\r
That floats on high oer vales and hills,\r
When all at once I saw a crowd,\r
A host, of golden daffodils;\r
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,\r
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.\r
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Continuous as the stars that shine\r
And twinkle on the milky way,\r
They stretched in never-ending line\r
Along the margin of a bay:\r
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,\r
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.\r
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The waves beside them danced; but they\r
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:\r
A poet could not but be gay,\r
In such a jocund company:\r
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought\r
What wealth the show to me had brought:\r
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For oft, when on my couch I lie\r
In vacant or in pensive mood,\r
They flash upon that inward eye\r
Which is the bliss of solitude;\r
And then my heart with pleasure fills,\r
And dances with the daffodils. \r
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Daffodils, a Poem by Wiliam Wordsworth, Audiobook