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.
Continuous 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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.
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 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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.
~ William Wordsworth
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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.
This stanza has never left my mind as it has an exteremly deep and tocuhy effect on the soul and the mind as well. I read it, recit it and feel that it is the first time I read it.
Likewise. If you listen carefully, it gets catchy
This poem has a lot of memories in my head . It was the first poem I studied when I entered the English Department in my college 16 years ago .
Wow. Thanks for sharing
The catchy last stanza of this poem, which Wordsworth got from his wife, is so mesmerizing that you are likely going to murmur those lines unconsciously in your lonely time.
Such an admissible observation
Have you ever noticed ; No one did read that beautiful poem .. Do you know why ?.........I love such beautiful romantic poems and read where I found'em ...Thanks for sharing it with me ( ain't with us).
Well, everyone bhas their own likes and dislikes. Some likes to read novels, stories and some poem. I am glad it helped you.
My apologies. There is typo. It's William Wordsworth