"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air."
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Source: William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.143
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