THE DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth

                     Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
                    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

                    Continous 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.