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 stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of the 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 <m 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. - WORDSWORTH.