|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 daffodils:
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle in the milky way,
They stetched 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
Outdid 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 in ward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.