Like a cloud I wandered lonely

I floats on high hills and mountains,

I saw a crowd all at once

A host, of golden flower;

I sat beside the lake , the trees underground,

I dance in the cool breeze.

I shine like a star

I twinkle on the milky way,

I stretched in an ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

I glance at ten thousand,

I tossed my head in a dance

I danced beside the waves; but I

Out-did the glistening waves in hilarity:

A poet could not be happy,

In such a jolly company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What luxury demonstrated it had brought me:

I lied on my couch

In a empty or in thoughtful mood,

I blinked upon that indwelling eye

Which is the rapture of solitude;

I flood my heart with a joyful filling   ,

And I danced with the flowers.