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 />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils/
