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Sep. 21st, 2002 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockFor 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.
.w.i.l.l.i.a.m. .w.o.r.d.s.w.o.r.t.h.
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.
.w.i.l.l.i.a.m. .w.o.r.d.s.w.o.r.t.h.
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Re: A poem of mine. . .
Date: 2002-09-21 11:04 am (UTC)Re: A poem of mine. . .
Date: 2002-09-21 03:58 pm (UTC)Oh wait. I still am.
^_^