We wander, not lonely, yet still as clouds
That float on high over vales and hills
Though never did we spot that crowd
That host of golden daffodils
For all along that lake, and underneath those trees
Only leaves dance in the breeze
Still with the leaves we dance and we
Outdo those fallen leaves with glee
For how sweet are these sweet early days
Spent in this lonely, wandersome place
We spend but little time in thought as we
Spend our days in laugh and gaiety
Though oft when in his lap I lie
In dreaming and in blissful mood
They flash upon my inward eye
And then my doubts they soothe
And his and my heart both with pleasure fills
As our hearts dance with those daffodils.
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