... he was lonely he could think back and remember the daffodils and get in blissful mood. "For oft, when my couch I lie in a vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon the inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils." By the speaker comparing himself to a cloud ... sound." In the second stanza is a list of things that in no way can equal to the beauty of the girl's singing." No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er wa...

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