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 dancing Daffodils;
                                                      Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
                                                      Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

                                                The waves beside them danced, but they
                                                Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
                                                 A poet could not but be gay
                                                 In such a laughing company:
                                                 I gaz'd – and gaz'd – but little thought
                                                What wealth the shew 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.