"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

Today is the vernal equinox and to celebrate, I'm including one of my all-time favorite poems below. Wordsworth's ode to the daffodil, much like spring itself, evokes such happiness and a sense of promise. Happy Spring!

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.

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

{I don't have a photo of daffodils of my own, but I did find this gorgeous image courtesy of Virgin Media}