The poem begins with the poet wandering solitary and detached, comparing himself to a high cloud floating over valleys and hills:
'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...'
Suddenly, the loneliness is shattered by the glorious sight of countless golden daffodils beside the lake, sheltered beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing joyfully in the fresh spring breeze.