Spring is here at last. Here’s the forecast for the next seven days: sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun. Fabulous news. The daffodils are out and Mr Harper’s lambs are due at the end of March. All is good with the world.
Daffodils at Ullswater, the Lake District
Noone can say it quite like Wordsworth, so here he is with his best known poem, composed at Ullswater in the Lake District:
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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