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Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
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 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.
