I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on highs 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 milkyway.
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand I saw at a glance
Tossing their heads in springly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay,
In such Jocund company
I gazed–and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought
For off; when on my couch I lie
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.