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….
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.
Excerpts from William Wordsworth’s poem:
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Dance among the daffodils this weekend at the Trade Secrets Garden Tour in Sharon, CT – the Northeast Region’s Garden Event of the Year!
