William Wordsworth’s classic of English poetry, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud will always remind me of spring days. More, now than ever, as we face lockdowns and our freedoms are restricted this poem brings joy to my heart. I am looking out over my garden with a bright blue sky and a single puffy white cloud sits high above the daffodils in their radiant yellow bloom. I am reminded that we are lucky to just be alive.
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.
The poem, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth
The image, A photo of a Bouquet of daffodils, by New Africa – Licensed via Adobe Stock by Splashlime
