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.