I 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
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pеnsive mood
They flash upon that inward eyе
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils