peotry

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,
gluttering and dancing in the breeze.

continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way,
they 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
out-did 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 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 solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.

-william wordsworth