I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

Young Girl Holding Daffodils

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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 From day to day things can be the same, no changes. The sky seems gray and raining, despair is looking up from everywhere...

And then feeling of joy comes with a simple sunshine as if the valley of daffodils has appeared in front of you.

Nice things can happen even if we have no hope for that.

© Katia Marynowska.


* Poem by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

# Painting "Young Girl Holding Daffodils" by Laura Muntz Lyall, before 1894.

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