"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind."
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Source: 1804 'The Affliction of Margaret', stanza 10 (published 1807).
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