The poet walks alone in the countryside, imagining himself adrift. Then the reverie is broken by the sight of the daffodils caught in the gentle wind and the flowers appear to him to have taken on the form of lively dancers. This unexpected sight (I wouldn't use the word 'shock') captures his spirits and he looks at length at the scene, welcoming and uplifting. The daffodils seem to be as numerous as the stars that shine in the sky. They stretch endlessly along the shore, and though the waves of the lake dance beside the flowers, the daffodils outdo the dancing waves in happiness. The poet canít help but be happy in such a joyful company of flowers. He stares and stares, but doesnít realize what wealth the scene would bring him in later years, when the memory of the daffodils would fill him with joy in moments of solitude.
What do you think?
N.B. I am NOT an English teacher.