Daffodils

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 in a never-ending line,
Along the margin of the bay,

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The wave 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 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.

by, William Wordsworth