I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A mass of gold daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
moving and dancing in the wind.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in young dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a merry 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 pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of loneliness;
And then my heart with merriment fills
And dances with the daffodils.