William Wordsworth: “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” / “Daffodils”:

I Wander’ d 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 stretch’d 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: or 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…