.-V 



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; 



I gazed — and gazed— but little 



thought 

 What wealth the show to me had 



brought ; 



And then my heart with pleasure 

 fills. 

 And dances with the Daffodils. 



