I wondered 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 the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the brezze .

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
the stretch'd in never- ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance .

Aditya Biradar