Sunday, May 4, 2014

BLESSED AND BEAUTIFUL SUNDAY 
Daffodils 
CALIFORNIA

The written word is so delicious! One of my favorite poems...

             
           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 the 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


HAPPY SUNDAY