Gratitude Monday: Sprightly dance

I don’t even know how many times I’ve expressed my gratitude for daffodils. I do not know how you can see them and be crabby at the same time. They always make me smile, and Lord knows, I need all the smiles I can get these days.

I’ll share some more pix of them, if you’re in need of a bit of a brightener.

 I confess that I’m not a major fan of the English Romantic poets. But since I do love daffodils, today’s entry for National Poetry Month is from William Wordsworth.

"Daffodils"

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.