Weekend Musings

I stepped into the garden this morning, and there they were. My first daffodils, six of them in full bloom. The snowdrops are just coming out.

They always remind me of this poem by William Wordsworth, that I learned in English class, when I was in high school. I learned it by heart and then I forgot the details. Isn’t it amazing how a great poet can express things in such a ’simple’ yet powerful way? Yet years and years later, you might not remember the exact sequence of words, and it is still sitting in a corner of your memory, forever. Needless to say, as simple as it seems to me now, I also remember how difficult I found it to memorize at the time.


I used to visit England at Easter at the time, and Easter is the time I associate them with, but now they emerge much earlier. Last year the first ones literally sprang in December… and a couple of years ago, they were here at Christmas, at the same time as (very) late roses. What happened to our world?

To be quite honest, I had to recover the good version here hence the text color. ;)

Anyway… Enjoy, it’s weekend time!

Daffodils – a poem by William Wordsworth

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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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One Response to “Weekend Musings”

  1. amypalko Says:

    It’s such a lovely poem isn’t it, Nadine? And now, forever more, the collective noun for daffodils will always be ‘host’. How heavenly :-)

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