Daffodils

For all those who have ever been touched by the hands of cancer...

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;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine


And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line


Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they


Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:


A poet could not but be 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