[Also known as "The Daffodils"]

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:
Ten 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.