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Daffodils by William Wordsworth |
I wander'd 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 the stars that shine
...And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
...Along the margin of a bay;
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 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.
.....Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
