[I wandered lonely as a Cloud] by William Wordsworth



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,

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 shew 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. 

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