tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76224702514098933342024-03-08T14:31:53.645-08:00LAKE CLANDONmodelmotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12005411582406219607noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622470251409893334.post-32860417764773397802008-07-01T00:20:00.000-07:002008-07-01T02:02:08.945-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/470367881_4b1f0fcaa5_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/470367881_4b1f0fcaa5_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I wandered lonely as a cloud <br />That floats on high o'er vales and hills, <br />When all at once I saw a crowd, <br />A host, of golden daffodils; <br />Beside the lake, beneath the trees, <br />Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. <br />Continuous as the stars that shine <br />And twinkle on the milky way, <br />They stretched in never-ending line <br />Along the margin of a bay: <br /><br />Ten thousand saw I at a glance, <br />Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. <br /><br />The waves beside them danced; but they <br />Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: <br />A poet could not but be gay, <br />In such a jocund company: <br />I gazed - and gazed - but little thought <br />What wealth the show to me had brought: <br /><br />For oft, when on my couch I lie <br />In vacant or in pensive mood, <br />They flash upon that inward eye <br />Which is the bliss of solitude; <br />And then my heart with pleasure fills, <br />And dances with the daffodils.modelmotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12005411582406219607noreply@blogger.com0