Friday, March 25, 2011

A Host of Golden Daffodils







I Wander’d
by William Wordsworth






I wander’d 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,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.






Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'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.




Will snow shower of April 7, 2007, repeat March 27, 2011? 

2 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful blend of poetry and daffodil. Thank you!

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  2. Thank you, Laurentine. You get a golden daffodil pin for persistence. You've managed to out-maneuver Blogger and post a Comment. Congratulations!

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