Daffodils, the famous poem of William Wordsworth springs to my mind particularly at this time of the year when Daffodils can be seen everywhere.
Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy had gone on a walk around Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater, in the Lake District. Dorothy wrote an entry in her dairy describing the walk. A few years later, William was inspired by the diary entry of his sister and wrote the first of many versions of the most famous poem in English language.
Whether you are reading this poem for the first time or reading it again, I am sure you will enjoy it.
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 be but 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.