Because it is spring, my daughter picked daffodils at grandma’s house. Her grandma is an avid gardener and has many, many daffodils this time of year. My daughter was *delighted* that she could pick to her heart’s content and could bring them home to keep. She brought home a large bunch. They sit on our table and remind me of the daffodil poem by Wordsworth. I love this poem! Every time I read it; I am struck with how beautiful it is. Here is the poem in its entirety.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud” (Revised version)
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 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.
I think those last two lines are stirring. When writing, I like to think that is where Wordsworth started from. He seems to be having such a deeply personal experience. While personal, it is a feeling felt by anyone who has been awestruck. Wordsworth does a great job capturing that moment.