Daffodils I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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 t
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