Happier of happy though I be, like them; I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, One of a mighty multitude whose way; And motion is a harmony and dance; Magnificent.
Happier of happy though I be, like them; I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, One of a mighty multitude whose way; And motion is a harmony and dance; Magnificent.
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone; Of meditation, slipping in between; The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
Who is the happy warrior Who is he; That every man in arms should wish to be.
They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Not in Utopia, - subterranean fields, -Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, - the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven.
I wanderd lonely as a cloud That floats on high oer 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretchd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought 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.
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