I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed -and gazed -but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.I wander alone, like a cloud floating over hills and valleys, suddenly I saw a group of golden daffodils blooming in spring, dancing in the breeze under the shade of the trees and by the lake. Continuously, like stars, shining in the Milky Way, they extended into an endless line along the edge of the bay; I saw ten thousand at a glance, undulating and bumping in the dance. The sparkling waves of light are also dancing, but the joy of the narcissus is better than the water waves; how can the poet not be dissatisfied with such joyful companions! I stared at it for a long time, but I couldn't imagine how much treasure this wonderful scene had given me. Whenever I lay awake in bed, or my mind was empty, or I was meditating silently, they often flashed in my heart, which was the blessing of loneliness; Then my heart was filled with happiness and I danced with the daffodils.