Daffodils

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Going to the shops this morning it was
lovely to see huge clumps of daffodils on the verges, looking at the flowers
and feeling the warmth of the spring sunshine on my face

It reminded me of one of England’s
greatest romantic poets and the Poem, which has become one of the nations
favourites.

“Daffodils” by William
Wordsworth”.

He was inspired to write the Poem
while walking with his sister Dorothy around lake Ullswater in the Lake
district of England where nature had deposited the seed which grew into the
host of daffodils that moved him to write the poem.

Dorothy wrote in the
Grasmere journal of 15th April 1802

“When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park, we saw a few
daffodils close to the waterside. We fancied that the lake had floated the seed
ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up.  But as we went along there were more and more and at last under
the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the
shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road.



I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and
about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for
weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they
verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so
gay ever dancing ever changing.



This wind blew directly over the lake to them. 
There was here and there a little knot and a few stragglers a few yards
higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity and unity and
life of that one busy highway. We rested again and again.  The Bays were stormy, and we heard the waves
at different distances and in the middle of the water like the sea.”

 

And
it was her writing that inspired Wordsworth to write;

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 dancing Daffodils;

Along the Lake, beneath the trees,

Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.



The waves beside them danced, but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: --

A poet could not but be gay

In such a laughing 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.

 

Yahoo
still won’t let me post a Youtube link, but watch and listen to daffodils by
spoken by Jeremy Irons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQnyV2YWsto&feature=related

 

Spring
is here..YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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