Friday, May 15, 2009

The Daffodils by William Wordsworth

Have you ever heard that Men are like waffles, women are like spagetti? Well, I am a spagetti gal for sure. I found the poem below on a spagetti string. First, I got on line to check my emails. I saw I had a new email from "Our Nifty Notebook". Logged on to "Our Nitfy Notebook" and saw she had a section about Homeschool today. (She always has a Homeschool page, but I haven't really gone to it until today). So, I clicked on that page and saw that she had a list of other Homeschool sites/blogs, and started to click on those. About halfway through the list, I landed on "The Crafty Crow". I scrolled down and found the following poem. The crazy thing is that this is my most favorite poem ever, and I hadn't thought about it in years. I had to memorize it in High School, and I have always loved the images it brings forth.

So, that is my spagetti string story and here is the most beautiful poem.

The Daffodils

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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