The Daffodils
The Daffodils
Author
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
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,
Fluttring and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretch in a never-ending line
Along the marjin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparking waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such 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 pensive mood,
They flash upon that in ward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasures fill,
And dances with the daffodils.
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