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 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.