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