The Daffodills
by William Wordsworth

I wandered, lonely as a cloud,
That stretches on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a  crowd,
A host of golden daffodills,
Beside the lake, benneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way
They stretched on never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousands saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance;

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee,
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocond company.
I gazed and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft', when on my coach I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They shine upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
And then my heart with silence fills
And dances with the daffodills.