"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind."
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Source: William Wordsworth (1851). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...”, p.180
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