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