Poetry Sunday: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by william Wordsworth

The daffodils are in bloom so it must be spring. Those in more northerly, colder climes must especially look forward to those blooms as an announcement that the icy temperatures will soon be beating a hasty retreat ahead of the onslaught of spring. The changing of the seasons is not so dramatic here in Southeast Texas. Mainly, the coming of spring means that it is baseball season once again and the Astros are in town. But when I consider this time of year, one poem always springs (ahem!) to mind. Can you guess which one? You are right! And here it is. Enjoy.

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.