William Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud" Poem

That floats on higher 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 baby: 

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 flee:

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 with the daffodils.