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 know this is just what everyone else is saying... But... I love this poem. [3
My Nana was repeating words over and over the day before she passed away. Normally sharp as a tack, today she was like a broken record with no awareness of anybody else or anything, just these words. I had spent a lot of time with her over my life and had never heard them before. She was completely immersed in a patient, persistent, struggle with the words - which was not a simple task when actively dying, at 98. AND, after hours of stumbling over and over the first and then second stanza, it appeared (to me) that she was 'creating' and I thought she was having a moment of genius. So I (frantically writing) tried to grasp these wonderful words as they trickled out. I went home to google the words I had captured and to my amazement, my Nana was not becoming a savant, she was remembering. I printed the whole poem and the next morning (April 1,2009) she was still repeating. I began to read and she became silent. I read the entire thing and she didn't speak again. I read the poem over and over as she laid silent with a huge smile - and then she died. Sometimes the greatest gifts are simply profound.
Ohhhh! ! ! ! ! ! my fav poem. i jst luv this poem n i lso lyk dis poet a lot
TOO MANY TYPING ERRORS OF ME, I repeat now: Greatest Beauty ever shown in this most beautiful CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAY, CONGRATS TO THE CLOSE FAMILY OF THE LATE GREAT POET WILLIAMS WORDSWORTH
Greates Beauty ever shown in this most beautiful CLASS POEM OF THE DAY, CONGRATS TO THE CLOSE FAMILY OF THE LATE GREAT POET WILLIAMS WORDSWORTH
Super Poem. Imprinted in the mind forever. Unforgettable Daffodils.
Freshly flowing words that dance in the breeze and bring comfort to the senses.
this poem reminds me that how fast is my life going........ this is a really heart touching poem