I came across a favorite poem today and wanted to share it with you.  Daffodils by William Wordsworth.

DAFFODILS - 1804

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils -

Along the lake, beneath the trees,

Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Outdid the sparkling waves with glee;

A poet could not but be gay

In such a laughing 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.