Daffodils

One of my all time favourites..........

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.

Poem by William Wordsworth

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One wish in my heart is birthed within,
The bliss of the poet, will I share,
In a field of dancing golden daffodils,
A solitude, blissful; with not a care.

Dancing with these golden daffodils,
Their heads blowing with the wind,
I shall soar higher, higher and higher,
In my mind's eye; to places I've never been.

So now you may just understand,
How much this poem speaks to me,
More than some lines about golden daffodils,
But that my imagination shall set me free.

- Bkworm -