I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on hogh o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd -
A host of dancing daffodils:
Along the lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing 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 in the bliss of solitude;
And the my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
