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.
Wonderful and beautiful post. Lovely words and photographs. The color and lighting is just wonderful.
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Thanks Gigi
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Beautiful post, both words and photos. 😍
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Thanks Amy
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Lovely collection. The last one is fierce in a good way 🙂
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Thanks Carol
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Lovely pairing, Raewyn.
janet
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Thanks Janet. I had to learn that poem at school, so that every time I see daffodils I always think of that poem
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So beautiful!
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Thanks Aletta
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