When I was a child, my mother would quote poetry to me my sister and me. At the time I remember thinking that it was terribly old-fashioned, but with the wisdom that comes with maturity, I now realize what a treasure mother's habit was. This was a poem she would recite. It goes so well with the daffodils that I've picked from my garden and put as a focal point on my dining room table. It seems there is something about spring that puts me in the mood for poetry. Pour yourself a cuppa tea and enjoy this verse with me!
William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
|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.