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A good poem is like a well constructed, beautiful building. I was browsing for poetry in the internet and came across Wordsworth's Daffodils in questions.about.com. Thanks to Wordsworth and to the website for the online version of this poem, which simply takes us to watch the daffodils along with the author himself. What kind of a guided tour it is! a fantastic one!

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 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.
Thanks to poetseers.org for the image of wordsworth and to freefoto.com for the daffodils.
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