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 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 not be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
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.