For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



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VARIANTS ON THE TEXT

[Variant 1:

1815.

... dancing ... 1807.]


[Variant 2:

1815.

Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. 1807]