Read the excerpt from "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth.For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
A
feels joy at the memory of the flowers.B
enjoys dancing like the flowers.C
cannot remember the flowers.D
prefers to be inside rather than outside with the flowers.