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 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 stretched 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.