Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

   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 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.

Immortal Poems of the English Language (Williams)