I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high oer vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodilsBeside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in neverending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced, but theyOutdid the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed and gazed but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitudeAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.