I wandered lonely as 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.     Continuous as the stars that shine     And twinkle in the milky way,     They stretched in never-ending line     Along the margin of a bay :     Ten thousasnd saw I at a glance,     Tossing their head 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... Show more

I wandered lonely as 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.    
Continuous as the stars that shine    
And twinkle in the milky way,    
They stretched in never-ending line    
Along the margin of a bay :    
Ten thousasnd saw I at a glance,    
Tossing their head 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 inward eye    
Which is the bliss of solitude;    
And then my heart with pleasure fills    
And dances with the daffodils.    
— William Wordsworth    

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