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. …… 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.