Wordsworthian Moments

It has been the most beautiful afternoon in London and I was out and about for a great deal of it. But these pictures are of a bunch of daffodils in my bathroom. They were buds yesterday. Now they are full of the spirit of Wordsworth.

In case you haven’t a clue what I am on about, here is the poem I am thinking of:


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.
William Wordsworth

It is one I read often with my mother and I love the vivid imagery. I hope you do too.


14 thoughts on “Wordsworthian Moments

  1. The daffodils look marvelous, and Wordsworth is worth his weight
    in that prime yellow gold that gleams from the “Aye!”s of March!

    Very lovely! Peace, Uncle Tree 🙂

    • A great blast of yellow. I can smell them as soon as I go into the bathroom, but apparently Wordsworth was snosmic and couldn’t smell anything. I wonder if that is why his visual imagery is so strong.
      I think this is my favourite poem of his.

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