I don’t know how many times I have posted William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” but Spring is here and it’s high time.
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 said to be lightweight as a poem, but it is highly satisfying to read it and to look out the windows at the greening garden and the solitary sunny-looking trumpet flower bobbing in the wind with grey dirt and grey wall in the background and hopeful green shoots poking up everywhere.
Nothing says Easter and Resurrection like Spring with its renewal and beauty overcoming the dreariness of late winter days. With the daffodil declaring the coming of more beautiful days, I am certain that Christ is coming again with yet more beautiful eternity to follow. Not today; maybe not this year or next; but certainly soon enough. I love to remember the original happy Easter. Happy Easter!