Daffodil Spring

 

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.

 

 



 

 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils

 

 

Excerpts from The Daffodils by William Wordsworth