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 Out-did thе sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazеd - 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
Eric Thiman - I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 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