William Wordsworth - 1770 - 1850 Really Looking

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

  Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

  In such a jocund company:

I gazedand 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.

Daffodils Wordsworth

By William Wordsworth

Classic Poets Ode to the Daffodils Flower Poems



By William Wordsworth 

Daffodils in the Rain