It’s spring time and the flowers are starting to bloom here on Long Island. Due to chronic black thumb, I don’t grow my own, but do enjoy reaping the benefits of others around me. When I see the the bright yellow daffodils and forsythia coming to life it really makes me feel like spring has arrived. I have a good idea how Wordsworth was feeling when he wrote this. I hope you enjoy as much as I do.

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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