Saturday, March 25, 2006

They flash upon that inward eye.....

Although the weather in the UK at the moment is not particularly 'Springy' is always at this time of year that I start to think of Spring...particularly daffodils, which are my favourite flower. I'm not sure why - if it is their colour, their rather brief stay each season, the fact that they herald spring or if it is the rather jaunty way they sit and bob their heads in the breeze. Which ever it is...they are my favourites.

I know it's a cliche but there is only one poem....all together now.....

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.

William Wordsworth


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