I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, (crowd) A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, (mood) They flash upon that inward eye (eye eye eye) Which is the bliss of solitude; (solitude) And then my heart with pleasure fills, (pleasure pleasure pleasure) And dances with the daffodils. (chorus) From “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” [BREAK] W w w w ww w w w wwwwords words Wordsworth! W w w w Wordsworth! "T h e s e be a u t e o u s f o r m s , TTTTThrough aaaaa loooong aaaabsence, haaave notttt been to meeee As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and ’mid the din Of towns and citieeeees, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet..." In hours of weariness, sensations sweeeeeet... (In hours of weariness, sensations sweet...) In hours of weariness, sensations sweet... (Wordsworth!) In hours of weariness, sensations sweet... (In hours of weariness, sensations sweet...)
