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 Out-did 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.