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.





