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
And twinkle on the milky1 way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin2 of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly3 dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund4 company:
I gazedand gazedbut little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive5 mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss6 of solitude7;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.