I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

by William Wordsworth

  • 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.