Friday, March 26, 2010

Poetry Friday: Daffodils

Wandering lonely as a cloud? Check.

Crowds of golden daffodils? Everywhere.

Relevance of the rest of the poem to my life right now? Not much.

Posting something with nothing to do with Haiti? Priceless.

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
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.

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Janet said...


Love it!

Mary Lee said...

Perfect choice! Daffodils do, indeed, bring "GLEE."

Tricia said...

I used to not like daffodils very much, but I do now (especially when they are massed).

Some years back an art student planted a long line of 10,000 daffodils in our Nichols Arboretum, mostly through the lawn parts. It was really neat to see them emerge and bloom that first year. Some are still coming up.

It hasn't been updated in about 3 years, but here's a web site about it:

Tricia said...

and here are some photos I took:

Ruth said...

Beautiful, Tricia!