A Host of Golden Daffodils

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

I really LOVE daffodils! Other than seeing Mama robin, to me, they are the first sign of spring. They are also such a happy flower...well, ok next would be daisies. There are quite a few different varieties and I am going to be checking them out today- see which ones I can possibly grow here.
It was pretty dark and gloomy here yesterday and I had thought the deer ate the ones that my guy had tried to suprise grow for me. Amist the gloom and clouds, there poked up a lone daffodil...
This morning, it was very foggy, but I also saw some more daffodils! So, do I leave them there and enjoy them in their glory? Or do I cut them, display them and enjoy them inside before the deer get a case of the munchies?

A Host of Golden Daffodils ~ William Wordsworth

I Wander'd 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 stretch'd 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
Outdid 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.