DAFFODILS

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.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay :
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads at a sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee ----
A poet could not be but 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. ♥ 

~ Daffodils, William Wordsworth ~