Chapter Thirteen: Spring Forward
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
Wordsworth (1807)
posted by C @ 5:17 PM
3 Comments:
I do not like green eggs and ham
I do not like them, Sam I Am
-Dr. Seuss, "Green Eggs and Ham"
what are you, like, too cool to put up another post? I mean, come on Col, it's April. Plus, 'Woodsworth'? I guarantee you could have found some better British Romanticism era poets. Check out some Lord Byron or Shelby.
You don't know sh*t.
Miss you.
Look out.
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