水仙(The Daffodils)

　　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!

　　e gaze –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.