I need this Poem- Daffodil?

can any body pls post me this poem


of william worthswoth


who talks about the flower Daffodil {golden Daffodil }

I need this Poem- Daffodil?
"Daffodils" (1804)





I WANDER'D 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 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.





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.





By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Reply:http://www.wikipedia.org


You can find this poem written out on the right hand side of the page at Wiki, if you put the title "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" into the search box there.


Had a little trouble because it has this name first, then a bit about daffodils.


A nice, short poem... and a bit to read about it besides.
Reply:Daffodils


by William Wordsworth





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 leaves 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.