Tuesday, 11 March 2014

A host, of golden daffodils

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 

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
An twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched the never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves besides them danced; but they
Out-did the sparling waves in glee:
A poet could not be gay,
I 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 daffodils.

William Wordsworth - 1804

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  1. A few words are missing off the page Julie! I hope you do well with the daffodils at the craft fair. x

  2. Thanks, Simone, hope it has been corrected - This is what happens when you copy and paste

  3. They're breeding!
    Love from Mum

  4. Love that poem ... and love your daffodils! M x

  5. The daffs are lovely and such a beautiful poem


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