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.