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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~ Poem by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

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

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

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