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