‏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