Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
A Night Thought
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Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the clouds asunder fly
How bright her mien!
Far different we--a froward race,
Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Their way pursue,
Ingrates who wear a smileless face
The whole year through.
If kindred humours e'er would make
My spirit droop for drooping's sake,
From Fancy following in thy wake,
Bright ship of heaven!
A counter impulse let me take
And be forgiven.
More poems by William Wordsworth
Surprised by Joy--Impatient as the Wind
Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind / I turned to share the transport--Oh! with whom
Desideria
SURPRISED by joy--impatient as the Wind / ; ; ;I turned to share the transport--O! with whom
She Was a Phantom of Delight
She was a phantom of delight / When first she gleamed upon my sight;