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Daffodils -
Althought my tryst with the world of words, prose, similes, metaphors, euphemisms and literature began with the advent of i-land, I also owe part of this passionate endeavour to the poem penned by William Wordsworth. The poem is plain and simple, yet has a style which is unique and one of its kind, hard to emulate kinds. Stumbled upon this poem on the net today and swoosh I went down the memory lane! Thank you Daffodils! ************** I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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. - By Sir William Wordsworth
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