Dreams of Utopias — Soon, Spring will Sing



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 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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3 Responses

  1. David, My heart wells up inside me. This poem is so touching especially for one reason. I had planted hunderds of daffodils under the edge of huge overhanging trees that made a deep S shaped line down the propery to the road, in Ohio. Years later people were stopping to snap pictures of those beautiful daffodils that had spread and carressed the edge of a gorgeous lawn.

    Yes, it made my heart do happy.

    I wanted to write the other day, and didn’t find where to write. I guess I didn’t scroll down far enough.

    But, everything you send is good, and reflects a loving, compassionate, person.



  2. Hello David,

    This poem was my Mum’s favorite. She heard it as a girl and fell in love with it. Bring on spring…we have to wait for sept here.

    And Imogene, wow, all those daffodils would have made a wonderous sight, how beautiful.

    lots of best wishes

  3. Thank you, David for that beautiful poem! I love Wordsworth, and I translated one of his poems -can’t remember the title; it starts in Spanish with, “Un sueño y un olvido sólo es el nacimiento…”.
    I love poetry, Sherman loved it too and wrote some beautiful poems, even a sonnet in Portuguese. Poetry soothes the soul like music. I also love daffodils and can imagine the gorgeous ones that Imogene describes.

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