The Daffodils -

A little trip down memory lane and nostalgia. A childhood favourite I committed to memory aged 10.

The Daffodils

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 Milkyway
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 outdid the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could but not 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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