I wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered Lonely as a Cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills;
When all at once I saw a cronod,
A host, of golden daffordils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breese.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never – ending line.
Alonge the morgin of a bag:
Ten thousend saw I at a glance,
Tossing their in sprightly dance.

The waves behind them dances; but they
Out – did – the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocard company.
I glosed – and gased – but little thought
What wealth the shono to me had braougth:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dance with the daffoldils.

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850), englischer Dichter