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 it at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
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;
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth
I hope you enjoyed the pictures of my Spring display and poetry!
- Jamie
