"The Daffodils"
By William Wordsworth, (1770-1850)

  • I wander'd 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 thonght
  • 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.
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