i wandered as a lonely cloud

william wordsworth’un siiri.

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
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.