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 stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 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, 20 They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Friday, April 22, 2011
A Daffodil Day
It's such a dark and gloomy day today. As I was cleaning out the bird bath and filling the feeders, I noticed that I have a lot of Daffodil's in bloom. Now I usually don't pick my flowers because I like to see them outside, but there are so many that I picked just one handful and brought them in the house and put them in a vase...made in Japan (that's another story). They reminded me a Wordsworth's poem...