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 lieWilliam Wordsworth 1804
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.
I am on a week’s break from city life in London—and yesterday spent time wandering around Blickling Estate, Norfolk—when all at once I saw a crowd of golden daffodils!
Today, it has rained incessantly—so, I thought a couple of photos taken while the sun was out at Blickling and a bit of Wordsworth might cheer us all up.