The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden  daffodils

Besides the lakes, 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 besides 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 could 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