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 (1770-1850) English poet
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” st. 4 (1807)
Added on 26-Apr-10 | Last updated 26-Apr-10
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