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Poetry Friday: The Daffodils

Here's a round-up of last week's poetry Friday entries: Poetry Friday founder Big A, little a, Little Willow, A Chair, A Fireplace and a Tea Cozy, Chicken Spaghetti, Gotta Book, Farm School, and Here in the Bonny Glen.

And here is my contribution for this week. Wordsworth, in hope of spring eventually coming to Northern California this year.

The Daffodils
William Wordsworth

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.

Happy Friday, and best wishes for Spring to come to you wherever you are! I should also note that last week Melissa Wiley had a poem by Christina Rossetti that was also about daffodils. And Kelly had a poem about sunflowers. Spring thoughts are everywhere!