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
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
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.
4 comments:
This was pleasant to read. I liked your music today, better than in the past.
I like poets of long ago ...and all sorts of music. Never know what your ears will find here.
Wow so pretty...Dancing with Daffodils...This AZ sun always kills them on me!
Daffodils are such happy flowers. But in the desert, I've learned to appreciate nature's choices... I guess thorns must help keep them alive, because all the flowers here seem to have them!
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