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I Meant to
Do My Work Today
by Richard LeGallienne
I meant
to do my work today--
But
a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And
all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went
sighing over the land
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what else could I do but laugh
and go?
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The Daffodils
by William
Wordsworth
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
Outdid 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.
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