DAFFODILS
Words: William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over 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 stretched 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 but not be gay
In such jocund company!
I gazed- and gazes- 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,
A flash comes to that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils
