William Wordsworth
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (1807)


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 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


Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;


A poet could not but be gay,


In such a jocund company;


I gazed—and gazed—but little thought


What wealth to me the show 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 daffodils.