Blue – Nom de Plume

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o\’er vales and fens,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of azure Fairy Wrens;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

……

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 mends,

And dances with the Fairy Wrens.

(sorry William)

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