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.


There were so many daffodils that it looked like a crowd of people at a party.


Wordsworth felt as lonely as a cloud does when it floats and has no direction.


Wordsworth was lonely and on a walk when he came across a field of daffodils.


The daffodils were next to a lake and underneath a tree, blowing in the breeze.