The Daffodils

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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Gilbert, William Wordsworth, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
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