I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

Poem 

By William Wordsworth

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.