
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...