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.
I don't care what the contemporary poets may say--Wordsworth is still a pleasure to read--lyrical, pastoral, evocative of a time of romance and enlightenment. The gentle, lilting iambic tetrameter and the predictable rhymes create the poetic equivalent of comfort food. Also, I'm partial to daffodils http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2013/04/review-of-daffodils-by-william.html.
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