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

                                                                        .