Joy have I had; and going hence
I bear away my recompence.”
Wordsworth regards joy as an actual potency of vision:
“With an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the heart of things.”
Joy is indeed the master-word of his poetry. The dancing daffodils enrich his heart with joy.
“They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;