Category: Poetry

  • I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

    William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

    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.

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