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 shew 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.
(—William Wordsworth, 1804-1807)
Daffodils beside Ullswater Photo by Janet Wedgwood, see Ullswater.com |
The first daffodils opening in my yard signal the beginning of spring to me. They were several weeks later this year than last year, but last year was a very dry and warm year, unusually so for us. I planted a lot more daffodil bulbs last fall and am waiting for them to bloom. The first year blooms are always later than those from bulbs that were planted years ago. Early spring can stretch for another month.
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