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 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 beside 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

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.