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 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.
William Wordsworth
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honestly I think he’s overrated. There, said it. Oh well I’m a philistine
To each his own I guess, but I think it was pretty. The words just floated on those daffodils. Thanks for sharing.
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I have always loved that poem! Thanks for popping by! xx Rowena
I’m not sure whether he’s overrated over here. Personally, that has to be the Rugby League. I probably see him as more of a stepping stone on my poetry journey. I am also doing William Blake but I’ll have to backtrack. I really want to tackle his reference to the Doors of Perception in A Marriage of Heaven and Hell and after Virginia Woolf, I’m a bear of depleted brain. At least the kids are back at school, but still not in that room of my own to finish off the challenge. I will be doing some catch up today. X is so staightforward, I can’t even remember who it is. Another one of my Google lucky dips! xx Ro
William Blake is quite a character isn’t he? And I feel rather neglectful of V Woolfe. I saw a fantastic adaptation if Mrs Dalloway at Edinburgh last year which blew me away. The idea of a novel, coveting a day in the life was way way way ahead of its time.
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