Wednesday, March 12, 2008

It's almost that time of year ...

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.

The inspiration for Wordsworth's poem is said to have been a walk he took with his sister Dorothy around Lake Ullswater in Britain's Lake District.

Dorothy later wrote in reference to this walk:
"I never saw daffodils so beautiful; they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing."


(Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal)

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