I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once saw crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath trees Fluttering dancing in breeze. Continuous stars that shine And twinkle milky way They stretched never-ending line Along margin bay: Ten thousand glance Tossing their heads sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced but they Out-did sparkling glee: poet could not be gay In such jocund company: gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth show to me had brought: For oft when my couch lie vacant or pensive mood flash upon inward eye Which is bliss solitude then heart with pleasure fills dances daffodils.