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.
Title: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Year of Poem: 1807
Writer: William Wordsworth
Birthplace of Writer: United Kingdom
Spending time enjoying the beauty around us, in the simple things, is a rehabilitating experience. It becomes almost impossible not to feel tranquil after losing ourselves in all the beauty around us. Nature offers great company to us if only we offer it our solitude and attention. We can dance with flowers and whistle with the breeze. Later on, in moments of recollection we flashback to those majestic moments and seek solace in them.