Poems I Like 4: Daffodils

I wander'd lonely as a cloud,
That floats 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 stretch'd in a never ending line,
Along the margin of a bay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a 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.


William Wordsworth