Day 254: Daffodils

I  don't often post 'classic' poems, but in this case I'll make an exception seeing as it is daffodil season and there's no poem that describes daffodils quite as good as this one from Wordsworth!

 

Apart from the lofty language, he does make some good points. Daffodils are so pleasant a sight, their friendly faces trumpeting Spring, that your heart does leap when it sees them and 'what wealth' they bring to you. Yes, what wealth!
 

The Daffodils - 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.