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

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way.

A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company.

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 th…

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!

Ergo vivida vis pervicet et extra processit longe flamentia moenia mundi atque omne immensum peragravit mente animoque.