I wandered lonely

as a cloud
That floats on

high o'er vales and hills,

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.

cloud!