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 be but 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.
Lately as wintry days were draggiging on, I listened to my son’s suggestions to drive to Athens GA, about 40 mies away from our home to see the deffodils he noticed while buying lunch there on a work day. “It’s worth the drive”, he said. He was right, I left around 10 in the morning, still chilly and cloudy to arrive as lunch crowds were arriving at the busy Chick-file. I bought a chicken sandwich and coffee to keep my hands warm while I walked around the glowing deffodils fields all around the Chick-file. The golden flowers filled my eyes and my heart leaped in joy. I walked around and filled up on spring’s delight.