I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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.
~William Wordsworth, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," 1804
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