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 golden daffodils，

　　Beside the lake， beneath the trees，

　　Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

　　Continuous as the stars that shine

　　And twinkle on the milky¹ way，

　　They stretch'd in never-ending line

　　Along the margin² of a bay：

　　Ten thousand saw I at a glance

　　Tossing their heads in sprightly³ 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 jocund⁴ 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 pensive⁵ mood，

　　They flash upon that inward eye

　　Which is the bliss⁶ of solitude⁷；

　　And then my heart with pleasure fills

　　And dances with the daffodils.