I walk proudly as a gathering storm, br Floating over the insidious valleys yonder, br And I see the faces remark how happy am be, br A bunch of golden daffodils brazen –that’s me! br Flutter and sad that’s me at heart, br For I never saw a heart revel in loneliness. br br Lined up like gloomy stars on a starry night, br Blazing angrily on a shadowed milky way, br On and never ending eyes that lurk beneath my soul, br Ten thousand more stairs and I still can’t concede love; br In a sober voice am an immature rose, br Sprouting cheekily, in a vineyard solitary br br The waves dance gay in my mind, br But never outdo that voice in glee, br ‘And you have to keep hoping and press on! ’ br What a wealth to me sprinkled by them, br And lest be seen pressing on too rosily, br By any other name-still by Jove br br It is so-oft when dreaming and happen to think, br Incidental it happens be you, br And calling on the last reserves in a bliss of solitude, br I smile that be it so it, you? br And such an entertaining notion my heart abounds with pleasure, br And leaps a joy to the beat of the coming pain br br br W.