Sign of Spring
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by
William Wordsworth
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.
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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