Sunday Poem: William Wordsworth – Daffodils

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
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,          5
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:   10
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,   15
  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,   20
They flash upon that inward eye  
  Which is the bliss of solitude;  
And then my heart with pleasure fills,  
And dances with the daffodils.

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