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
aus: ‚ Poems, Volem II by William Wordsworth, Hurt, Resand, Orms and Brows, Paturnaster-Row. 1807
