daffodils

Ramya and I had a discussion the other night about poems from our school days (started with a heated argument on slumdog millionaire actually) and both of us were trying to recollect lines from ' the daffodils '. Believe me, i dreamt that one day i too would sing beside a lake and appreciate daffodils like Wordsworth did (vettiya !). I did get a chance when i spent a whole weekend in lake district, the place where Wordsworth came up with this masterpeice but somehow it slipped my mind that i could have emulated him !

So here goes one of the best poems, i have come across till now ! ...

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 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 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.