Daffodils.

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over valleys 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

 

Continous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way

They streched in never ending line

Along the margin of a bay

Ten thosand I saw at a glance

Tosing their heads in sprightly dance

 

The waves beside them dance, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee

A poet cannot but be gay

In such a jocund company

I gazed and gazed but little thought

What wealth the show to me has brought

 

For often when on my couch I lie

In vacant or pensive mood

The flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude

And then my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils.

 

(William Wordsworth Longfellow)