Gaze



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:

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850),
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud







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