And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of a day;
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 be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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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 the solitude;
And then my heart with pleasures fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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