By [William Wordsworth], 1807 I wander'd {link:lonely|http://ssad.bowdoin.edu:9780/snipsnap/eng242-s05/space/Grasmere+Journals} as a cloud\\ That floats on high o'er vales and hills,\\ When all at once I saw a crowd,\\ A host, of golden {link:daffodils|http://www.visitcumbria.com/daffodil.htm};\\ 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 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 waves in glee;\\ A poet could not but be 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. \\ ~~Text source: Wu CD~~ 2005-02-24 17:26:00.0 2005-02-24 17:25:25.0