12 thoughts on “Sunny Face

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    Daffodils
    by William Wordsworth

    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 boy:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

    The waves beside them danced, but they
    Out-did 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.

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