WilliamWordsworth
Iwanderedlonelyasacloud
Thatfloatsonhigho'ervalesandhills,
WhenallatonceIsawacrowd,
Ahostofgoldendaffodils;
Besidethelake, beneaththetrees,
Flutteringanddancinginthebreeze.
Continuousasthestarsthatshine
AndtwinkleontheMilkyway,
Theystretchedinnever-endingline
Alongthemarginofabay:
TenthousandsawIataglance,
Tossingtheirheadsinsprightlydance.
Thewavesbesidethemdanced; butthey
Outdidthesparklingwavesinglee:
Apoetcouldnotbutbegay,
Insuchajocundcompany:
Igazed—andgazed—butlittlethought
Whatwealththeshowtomehadbrought.
Foroft, whenonmycouchIlie
Invacantorinpensivemood,
Theyflashuponthatinwardeye
Whichistheblissofsolitude;
Andthenmyheartwithpleasurefills,
Anddanceswiththedaffodils.
