One day in 1802, the speaker was wayfaring alone along the side of a lake at Grasmere, Cumbria Country, England. While wandering like a cloud, the speaker discovers a shore lined with a large number of golden daffodils. These yellow and crowned shaped flowers were growing beside the lake and under a tree. These were dancing in the breeze and stretching like the stars in the Milky Way. The waves of the lake were also undulating with joy but the dance of daffodils surpassed them. The speaker was much delighted to see this mesmerizing scene.
In the end the speaker says that whenever he is lonely and in a thoughtful mood, the charismatic sight of daffodils comes into his imagination and his heart is filled with ecstatic pleasure. In short, the poem reminds us of Keats' line;