The Daffodils

This ever popular poem written by Wordsworth in 1804 sums up what is at the heart of everyone that gazes upon the bright Spring flower that is loved by so many. At this time of the year I enjoy a constant supply of daffodils around the house, they lighten up the dark and gloomy mornings as we all emerge bleary eyed. So for a mere pound of your good money I would urge you to buy a bunch when you'll see for yourself how they can lift the spirit.


I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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.