Daffodils

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;



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

William Wordsworth ,