January 4, 2009

Dances with 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 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 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.

Written by nature's poet, William Wordsworth. I love his work. Here in the far north, we have more need of memories like the one Wordsworth describes. I snapped this picture of daffodils two days ago in California. In Spokane, my daffodils won't appear until April or May, so I'll rely on sweet memories until then. Here's to dreaming of spring . . .


  1. They are coming very soon! Lovely post and I can't wait either!

  2. Love this poem...can't wait for all the spring bulbs to pop! (I used a line from this poem way back on my blog when I posted a photo of daff's. I was in a spring mood then, too)...but then again, spring is my favorite season, so I'm always in a spring mood:)


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