A host, of golden daffodils

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 

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

An twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched the never-ending line

Along the margin of the bay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves besides them danced; but they

Out-did the sparling waves in glee:

A poet could not be gay,

I 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 daffodils.

William Wordsworth - 1804

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