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

• 波光舞翩跹兮， 不如其神气； 有此花相伴兮， 吾转忧为喜。 久看而不厌兮， 岂料回味更甘。