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I wandered lonely as a cloud | I wandered lonely as a cloud | ||
That floats on high | That floats on high o’er vales and hills, | ||
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A poet could not but be gay, | A poet could not but be gay, | ||
in such a jocund company: | in such a jocund company: | ||
I gazed | I gazed – and gazed – but little thought | ||
what wealth the show to me had brought: | what wealth the show to me had brought: | ||
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CPDL #19697: 
- Editor: Philip Legge (submitted 2009-06-28). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 126 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Please notify composer of performances: Email
General Information
Title: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Composer: Alexandra Uitdenbogerd
Lyricist: William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: Alto solo and SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
Published: 2009
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
The Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That 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 shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.