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.

- William Wordworth 


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