The Joy of Loneliness

"I wandered lonely as a cloud by William Wordsworth. I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils beside the lake beneath the trees fluttering and dancing in the breeze," he wrote. "A poet could not but be gay in such a jockened company." He added: 'When on my couch I lie in vacant or impensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude'