Tuesday, March 12, 2013

"...dances with the daffodils"

 
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
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


In just a few days I shall be taking a trip up north to spend my spring break with my grandparents.


Though leaving the greening pastures, quiet lanes, and daffodils for flat lands, snow, and cold weather there could not be a more excited person than I.

2 comments:

Hannah said...

How sweet! Are those daffodils already blooming in your yard?!
Thanks for sharing the Wordsworth poem- it's not one I'm familiar with!

Sarah said...

Beautiful post Cheri! I cannot wait to see daffodils. We still have a bit of a wait here is New York. : )