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 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.