The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but 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.
---- William Wordsworth; ”The Daffodils”