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.
According to WIKEPEDIA the poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud was “inspired by an event on 15 April 1802, in which Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy came across a “long belt” of daffodils.” I was introduced to the poem by a Blind Pig reader.
After I published a post that mentioned daffodils C. Ron Perry, Sr. sent me the poem saying “Tipper, when I was in elementary school….many, many years ago, our class had to learn this poem by heart. It stuck with me and anytime I see anything about daffodils I think of it.”
The poem has been going round in my head ever since C. Ron sent it to me. Now maybe it’ll be going round in yours too. I don’t think the daffodils have ever been prettier than they are this year..but I think I say that every spring.