Thursday, April 10, 2008

National Poetry Month

I thought about PH’s blog entry about the daffodil and William Wordsworth and it took me back to last summer when I visited Grasmere in the Lake District of England. The daffodils were long since gone but William Wordsworth's home still stands.

I also thought this would be fitting since April is National Poetry Month.

VII - I wandered lonely as a Cloud

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 dancing Daffodills;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:--
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gaz'd--and gaz'd--but little thought
What wealth the shew 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.

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