Thursday, April 22, 2010

Daffodils

These daffodils remind me of the following poem written by William Wordsworth:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Futtering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
That stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sprakling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth to me the show had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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