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.
He certainly wasn’t alone in his love of daffodils. They’re the sort of blossoms that just make people smile.
For those of us in the northern hemisphere, clinging desperately to our last few days of summer: a little reminder that spring will be back in six months time, with all it’s promise of sunshine, warmth and lazy afternoons in the garden.
For those in the southern hemisphere who are shaking off the chill spikes of winter, and quietly revelling in the prospect of the next six summer months, here’s a little image of the yellow heralds of your hot hazy afternoons. Enjoy it!