Saturday, March 22, 2008



I wandered lonely as a cloud
That´s floats on high oér vales and hills,
A host, of golden daffodils.
Beside the lake, beneth 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 I saw 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 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...

/William Wordsworth 1770-1850

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Glöm aldrig det goda som kommer ur svårigheter. Det är bevis på din förmåga och ger självtillit när du står inför nya hinder / Paulo Coelho