Wordsworth--Daffodils-Bliss of Solitude.

[Guest guest]

Namaste,

 

I was born not far from where Wordsworth lived for a while, and the

stone house is still there and there are still a host of golden

daffodils near the lake edge.........Tony.

 

 

"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).