Hello friend,
The daffodils are blooming, and
that calls for some romantic poetry by
William Wordsworth.
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:
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.
