I thought poetry in the morning is not for me. But hearing about a cloud floating over valleys and skies made me gay. So here is a cheer for the golden daffodils! Although i have not seen one in real life. And cheers for all the people and emotions i associate this poem with!Cheers to you!
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.
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In vacant or in pensive mood,yes they do. yes they do. I'm glad.
They flash upon that inward eye
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
