Today I’d like to share a poem that is playful, simple, and imaginative. It’s by a famous poet who goes by the name of William Wordsworth. So by all means, grab a drink of the good stuff, sit back and enjoy this good read!
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 leaves 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.
By William Wordsworth
Let’s Learn About William Wordsworth
Information from Wikipedia
William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).
Wordsworth’s magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as “the poem to Coleridge”. Wordsworth was Britain’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death from pleurisy on 23 April 1850.
William Wordsworth was born in Wordsworth House in Cockermouth, Cumberland, part of the scenic region in northwestern England known as the Lake District. He was the second born of five children (a sister of his also a poet, Dorothy Wordsworth). His mother taught him to read and his father encouraged and supported his love for literature. Later, he fell in love with a french woman (muah haha, watch out for us french women!), and had a daughter. But with the French Revolution and the outbreak of armed hostilities between Britain and France prevented him from seeing Annette and his daughter for some years. Afterward he was reunited and, of course continued to write poetry with Samuel Taylor Coleridge and his sister Dorothy Wordsworth.
Hope you enjoyed the poem, Daffodils… have a great day!
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