Chapter Two

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