THE DAFFODILS
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on height o'er vales and hills,
When all the 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 day:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparking waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I grazed and grazed--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.
