ناعمہ عزیز
لائبریرین
,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
Continuous as the stars that shine
,And twinkle on the Milky Way
,They stretched 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 gazed—and gazed—but 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
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
,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
Continuous as the stars that shine
,And twinkle on the Milky Way
,They stretched 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 gazed—and gazed—but 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
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
