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, beneathe 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
outdid 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.
William Wordsworth
Prachtig! I am happy to have a window in my office, a window that looks out on lots of greenery and trees and yes, daffodils right now, blooming. First bulbs we planted after we moved into our new little house in the boonies.
ReplyDeleteIn spite of all the gorgeous tropical flowers we had in Indonesia and Ghana, I always missed the spring bulbs. Well, it's in my Dutch genes, I suppose!
What a beautiful poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'll second what Debby said. Beautiful!
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