The Daffodils

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 stretched 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

Outdid the sparking 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 slow to me had brought;

For oft,when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward ey

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills