i 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,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: 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 in such a jocund company!
e gaze �Cand gazed �Cbut 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.