EPISODE NOTES:
Having a cup of Irish Tea this morning while looking out my window and thinking back on the many great hikes and adventures my son and I shared throughout the summer in our wood that surround our town. When I think of nature, I think of one of my favorite poets. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils💐) — William Wordsworth.
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FULL POEM:
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 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 shared this poem from a book in my private collection titled The poetical works of William Wordsworth, William Collins and Sons, London/Glasgow, Published in the early 1800’s.
