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 be but
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.
