Friday, April 26, 2013

W is for Wordsworth

I've only recently begun to explore the poetry of William Wordsworth. This one's a beauty:

          I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
          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 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.


Heidi Mannan said...

Ahh, very lovely.

Ghadeer said...

I am so happy I came across your blog because it brought back so much memories! I remember our fifth-grade English teacher reading us this poem with lit-up eyes, in that enthusiasm that's contagious.

Maggie Winter said...

I've walked from the Wordsworth hotel in Grasmere up the road to look at the daffodils that inspired him. He lived in the beautiful English Lake district for a number of years.Thanks for the memories I just relived.
maggie at expat brazil

Sania Heba said...

Thanks for sharing this. It's lovely...