I wondered 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 daffodiles ;
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-endig line
Alone 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 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 .
William Wordsworth ( 1770---1850 )
Wordsworth was a figure of the Romantic movement and his greatest
works are Masterpieces of eloquent passion.