Wordsworth's Daffodils

Thought it was appropriate to share some Wordsworth at this point...

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)

There is something about daffodils in the Lake District that captures your heart and attention. These flowers spring up everywhere (from the side of the road to fields around the lake) and look quite spectacular. No wonder poets have created verses about their beauty and in particularly inspried Wordsworth. They are simply wonderful.