
"Daffodils" (1804)
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;
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:
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:
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;
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I think I first read this poem in the March 1993 issue of Victoria magazine. Do any of you remember Victoria? No, I don't mean the skimpy re-tread we're forced to endure six times a year now. I mean the original, monthly breath of fresh air that used to arrive in the mailbox like clean cool water in the desert. I do get Victoria now too, but often it serves as a reminder of what we will never have again.
Anyway, I have never forgotten the poem or the feelings it evoked, and especially the beautiful photographs that accompanied it. Of daffodils of course, thousands upon thousands. Whenever I see daffodils, I think of the magazine/poem/feelings.

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