"Daffodils" (1804)

 

I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.

 

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

 

 

 

 

Thank you for posting such a refreshing thought! Lovely...

You are welcome. We need some sort of meaningful beauty in our daily life or like soil without water we dry and crack.

LOL, At my age I am, without a doubt, dry and cracked. However, on my way yesterday to Brownsville for an appointment I saw so many, many beautiful daffodils along the roadside. They just made my day.