Thursday, March 12, 2009

Daffodils...

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o're vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They strech'd 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 sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought

What wealth the show to me 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. by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

2 comments:

  1. That's a great poem. I'm new to your blog but I just wanted to post a comment and say hello

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  2. Thanks! I thought it was very springish... as I gaze outside at the snow... I hope to hear from you again! ;-)

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