Iwandered 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 a 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. there were many daffodils. there were few daffodils. the daffodils were withered. the daffodils were smelly.