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Friday, March 3, 2017

Poetry and Daffodils

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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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. 


This is Bridget, my Allegra Champagne Blythe doll. The daffodils in our front yard have been in bloom for almost two weeks now, and I wanted to capture a few of them before they go. I hope you didn't mind the long-ish poem, but it seemed to be just the right thing to accompany this photo.



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