"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;..."
See in text (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud)
The speaker elaborates on what he meant by the “wealth” that the “show” of daffodils brought him in the last stanza. Though the experience has passed, he can recall the pleasure he felt when the memory of the daffodils “flash upon that inward eye.” Therefore, the wealth of his experiences rests more in memory than in the immediate moment—and it is the ability to recollect and re-experience pleasurable events that enables a poet to write.
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