I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats in 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 thousand saw I at a
glance,
Tossing their heads in
sprightly dance.
The waves beside them
danced; but they
Outdid the sparking 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 them my heart with
pleasure fills
And dances with the
daffodils.
By William Wordsworth