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Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh I wandered 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 roses; 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 stretched 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 roses. [I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth]
"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er val... [more]
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