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 stretch'd 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.