Friday, March 27, 2009

I see comments are gone, wonder what I did wrong.


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,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 thoughtWhat 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.
Wm Wordsworth


angel said...

I would think that reading this poem would be better for the blood pressure than taking a pill. I hear the daffodils are blooming in Missouri. Forget about the snow tonight; spring is on it's way.

Sandra said...

after a few more warm days our daffs should be blooming. I can't wait