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 heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
~Wordsworth
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
~Wordsworth
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