Daffodils
William Wordsworth
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.
Continuous as the stars
that shine
And twinkle on 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 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
When is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure
fills,
And dances with the daffodils.