Tuesday, September 14, 2004


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.

This is a lovely poem, I had a chance to recollect when we visited Grasmere over the long weekend, in Lake district which is William Wordsworth's home town. It was an
Enchanting Odyssey
. If ever you get a chance to visit England or Scotland and you have even 1% of nature love in you, you should go to lake district and see the place. You will appreciate the natural beauty of the place. The ones with the least interest in our group said "No more lakes anymore" but that was after they clicked approx 1000+ photographs and we made them walk for 2 good full days there. Its no wonder William Wordsworth was a poet. If I were to hang around there for more than the 2 days we spent, I guess I would have written atleast 2 lines, wouldnt have rhymed, wouldnt have made sense but I wouldnt have cared.


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