as a cloud
That floats on
When all at once
A host,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as
that shine
And twinkle
They
in never-ending line
the margin of a bay:
saw I at a glance,
Tossing their
in sprightly dance.
beside them danced, but they
Out-did
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
or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then
with
And dances with the daffodils.