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Daffodils - cellophane — LiveJournal
the story of an invisible girl

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 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.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

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cannibal From: cannibal Date: February 7th, 2002 10:15 am (UTC) (Link)
How utterly lovely. Thanks.
radiantsoul From: radiantsoul Date: February 7th, 2002 10:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Good old willy wordsworth! Byron is much more interesting though(shagging his sister, sleeping with hundreds of women, being dark and evil, etc)
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