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