lonelyalone as a Cloudan artist
That floats who walks on high o?er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw
A host of dancing Daffodils
& daisies & foxgloves & grasses & purple heather & autumnal leaves falling;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but the
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:-
A Poet? An artist could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed ? and gazed ? but little thought
What wealth the shew 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.
— (not quite) William Wordsworth