The tree is the people.
I (wander) lonely as cloud
That on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I (see) crowd,
host of daffodils,
Beside lake, beneath trees,
Fluttering and dancing in breeze.
Continuous as stars that shine
And on Milky Way,
They (stretch) in never-ending line
Along margin of bay:
Ten thousand (see) I at glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly .
waves beside them (dance), but they
(Outdo) sparkling waves in glee: –
poet (can) not but be gay
In such jocund company!
I (gaze), and (gaze), but little thought
What wealth show to me had (bring):
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive ,
They upon that inward eye
Which is bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure ,
And dances with daffodils. 
