I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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April is National Poetry Month, and I plan to post one poem per day, every day this month (If you have a favorite poem that you'd like me to share, feel free to email it to me).

I wandered lonely as a cloud (The 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.

-- William Wordsworth, The Complete Poems (Wordsworth Editions Ltd; 1998).

More like this

“To begin, begin.” -William Wordsworth
“The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this
“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.” -William Wordsworth
Wait - did Peter Nowogrodski just shoehorn everything I love into one meandering, indulgent multimedia essay??*

I think the title should be "Daffodils".

Oh noes, another bold tag has escaped!

My first thought on seeing this poem was "aargh!". I've had too many holidays as a kid in the Lake District. My parents even moved there when they retired. The tourist board make a big thing of this (as well as Beatrix Potter).

Yes, a lovely poem. However, as one who grew up on Mad magazine of the 50's & early 60's and who has a memory like a garbage can, I can't resist ...

I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles.
As onward on my way I plod
I saw a host of axolotls
Beside the lake, beneath the trees ...
A sight to make a man's blood freeze.

Some had handles, some were plain.
They came in red, blue, pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main -
The damndest sight I've ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.

And now as on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh with fiendish glee.
I find my solace now in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.

I memorized it in order to annoy my mother, who admired Daffodils.

With apologies ...

By Scott Belyea (not verified) on 23 Apr 2008 #permalink