Thursday, February 02, 2012

It's February 2

And it is a great tradition of the blogosphere to share poetry on this, St Brigit's Day. Some years I forget, but I got it this year! And what better poem for a grey, wintry day...

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud  
By William Wordsworth

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.

1 comment:

  1. Nice. Certainly brings a bright cheery optimistic picture to mind amidst all the snow and grey.
    I bought a house in Castlegar, across from the park. Of course, I need to sell my house now.


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