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 The Stars That Shine And Twinkle On The Milky Way, They Stretched In Never-Ending Line Along The Margin Of A Bay: The Thousand Saw I At A Glance, Tossing Their Heads In Sprightly Dance. The Waves Beside Them Danced; But They Outdid 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.