I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er meadow and hill

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of beautiful bluebells

Beside the brook, beneath the trees

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way

They spread like a wave

Across the wood

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The trees above them danced, but they

Out-did their leaves with glee

A poet could not but delight

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 bluebells.