Monday, March 10, 2008

Spring Blessings

 

 


What's cheerier than a daffodil on a grey day? Kari and Kijsa are hosting a spring blessings gathering. Hop on over to see the other posters.

I love this poem 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.
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3 comments:

  1. Your daffodils certainly are cheery and bright. Spring's coming I know, but, until then, we may have to keep buying daffodils bouquets.

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  2. BEAUTIFUL Daffodils. Makes me happy just to look at them. I really enjoy your blog! Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Lorrie,

    If you visit Charm & Grace's Poetry Page, you will see that great minds think alike! Teehee...

    Also, I wanted to let you know I have tagged you for an archive meme. Just visit my blog to see the rules.

    Happy spring blessings,
    Christi

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