This has to be my favorite poem. The imagery William Wordsworth conveys is exceptional. You can easily visualize and take the journey with him. Although he didn't realize it at the time, the thousands of dancing daffodils affected him so positively that whenever he was feeling a bit low, all he would have to do to lift his spirits was to look inward, lose all cares and let his heart dance with the daffodils.  ~ L. E. McKee


Daffodils
by William Wordsworth

I wander’d 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 stretch’d 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.