I wandered lonely as a cloud<br /> That floats on high o'er vales and hills,<br /> When all at once I saw a crowd,<br /> A host, of golden daffodils;<br /> Beside the lake, beneath the trees,<br /> Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.<br /><br /> Continuous as the stars that shine<br /> And twinkle on the milky way,<br /> They stretched in never-ending line<br /> Along the margin of a bay:<br /> Ten thousand saw I at a glance,<br /> Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.<br /><br /> The waves beside them danced; but they<br /> Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:<br /> A poet could not but be gay,<br /> In such a jocund company:<br /> I gazed—and gazed—but little thought<br /> What wealth the show to me had brought:<br /><br /> For oft, when on my couch I lie<br /> In vacant or in pensive mood,<br /> They flash upon that inward eye<br /> Which is the bliss of solitude;<br /> And then my heart with pleasure fills,<br /> And dances with the daffodils.<br /><br />I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,<br />Daffodils Poem,<br />William Wordsworth,
