I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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
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:
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.
an saothar seo a roinnt – an saothar seo a chóipeáil, a dháil amach, agus a tharchur
an saothar seo a athmheascadh – an saothar seo a oiriúnú
Ach amháin má leantar na coinníollacha seo a leanas:
sannadh – Ní mor creidiúint a thabhairt leis an saothar, faoi mar a shonraigh an údar nó tabharthóir an ceadúnais (ach ná húsáid modh a thugann le fios go thacaíonn sé/sí tú féin nó an úsáid a bhaineann tú as an saothar).
comhroinn araon – Má athraíonn tú nó síneann tú amach an saothar seo, ní féidir é a dháileadh ach amhaín faoin gceadúnas céanna nó ceann cosúil leis an gceann seo.