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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling leaves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,In such a jocund company!

I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

THE SADNESS OF THE MOONby Charles Baudelaire

The Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,

Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down, Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh; And watches the white visions past her flown,

Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep, Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,

Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,

And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

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