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.