Virtual pics

I wandered lonely within a cloud
That floats on high o'er the web,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of amazing pics;
Beside the table, beneath my roof,
Fluttering and dancing on my desktop

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of my notebook:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their colors 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 virtual pics.

William Wordsworth:

Please forgive me