Daffodils

When spring finally arrives with lovely sunshine and warm temperatures we easily forget the cold winter and its storms. For me the flowering daffodil is always the first sign of spring arriving, with its bright yellow colors waving happily in the wind. When William Wordsworth, a British poet born on April 17, 1770 in Cumberland, travelled the Lake District in 1802 he walked along Glencoyne Bay near Ullswater and noticed many daffodils on that particular spot. It is believed that it was there that William Wordsworth was inspired to write his famous poem Daffodils:

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.

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