Daffodils (William Wordsworth)

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. 

Note:  the flowers in the above pictures are actually jonquils, but they look like tiny daffodils, don't they?  The little girl is Aravis, lo, these many years ago...