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.

-William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth, one of Britain’s most famous poets, is credited with aiding the launch of literature’s Romantic Age at the end of the 18th century.  He was Britain’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.  Wordsworth’s greatest work is considered to be The Prelude - a semi-autobiographical poem he rewrote a number of times and which was published after his death.