The Daffodils

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 Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils!

William Wordsworth.