and then my heart with pleasure fills

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 dancing Daffodils; 

Along the Lake, beneath the trees, 

Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. 

 The waves beside them danced, but the 

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:—

A Poet could not but be gay 

In such a laughing company: 

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought 

What wealth the shew 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. 

 

[William Wordsworth {1770-1850} 'I wandered lonely as a Cloud', from Selected Poems]