The World Is Too Much With Us

DAFFODILS - W. Wordsworth

1 I wandered lonely as a cloud
2 That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
3 When all at once I saw a crowd,
4 A host, of golden daffodils;
5 Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
6 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

7 Continuous as the stars that shine
8 And twinkle on the milky way,
9 They stretched in never-ending line
10 Along the margin of a bay:
11 Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
12 Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

13 The waves beside them danced; but they
14 Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
15 A poet could not but be gay,
16 In such a jocund company:
17 I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
18 What wealth the show to me had brought:

19 For oft, when on my couch I lie
20 In vacant or in pensive mood,
21 They flash upon that inward eye
22 Which is the bliss of solitude;
23 And then my heart with pleasure fills,
24 And dances with the daffodils.