I wandered lonely as a bear
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.
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Bipolar Bear, in joy and strife,
His heart a vessel of extremes,
Found solace in the vibrant life,
Amidst these sun-kissed, floral dreams.
His mood would sway like petals dance,
In radiant bloom, a fleeting glance.
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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—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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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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And thus, Bipolar Bear did find,
In nature's arms, a refuge sweet,
Where life's unyielding, stormy grind,
Could soften 'neath the flowers' feat.
His soul, embraced by beauty's balm,
Found peace and solace, love's warm calm.
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Bipolar Bear Amidst The Daffodils
