"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) dæfədɪlz 1804 aɪ wɒndəd ləʊnli əz ə klɑʊd | ðət fləʊts ɒn ha(ɪ) ɔː veɪlz ənd hɪlz | wen ɔːl ət wʌns ˈaɪ sɔː ə krɑʊd | ə həʊst | əv ˈɡəʊldən ˈdæfədɪlz | bɪˈsaɪd ðə leɪk | bɪˈniːθ ðə triːz | ˈflʌtərɪŋ ən(d) ˈdɑːnsɪŋ ɪn ðə briːz | kənˈtɪnjuəs əz ðə stɑːz ðət ʃaɪn | ən(d) ˈtwɪŋkl̩ ɒn ðə ˈmɪlki ˈweɪ | ðeɪ stretʃt ɪn nevər endɪŋ laɪn | əˈlɒŋ ðə ˈmɑːdʒɪn əv ə beɪ | ten ˈθɑʊzn̩(d) sɔː ˈa(ɪ) ət ə ɡlɑːns | ˈtɒsɪŋ ðeə hedz ɪn ˈspraɪtli dɑːns | ðə weɪvz bɪˈsaɪd ð(ə)m dɑːnst | bət ðeɪ | ɑʊtˈdɪd ðə ˈspɑːkl̩ɪŋ weɪvz ɪn ɡliː | ə ˈpə(ʊ)ɪt kʊd nɒt bət bi ɡeɪ | ɪn sʌtʃ ə ˈdʒɒkənd ˈkʌmpəni | aɪ ɡeɪzd | ənd ɡeɪzd | bət lɪtl̩ θɔːt | wɒt welθ ðə ʃəʊ tə miː həd brɔːt | fər ɒft | wen ɒn maɪ kaʊtʃ aɪ laɪ | ɪn ˈveɪkənt ɔːr ɪn ˈpensɪv muːd | ðeɪ flæʃ əˈpɒn ðæt ˈɪnwəd aɪ | wɪtʃ ɪz ðə blɪs əv ˈsɒlɪtjuːd | ənd ðen maɪ hɑːt wɪð ˈpleʒə fɪlz | ən(d) ˈdɑːnsɪz wɪð ðə ˈdæfədɪlz | baɪ ˈwɪljəm ˈwɜːdzwəθ