Living in Malayasia I miss the seasons, especially spring in Washington, D.C….when daffodils, tulips, hyacinth, and forsythia suddenly burst on the scene, filling everything with color and positive energy. Here I share with you with a charming poem by William Wordsworth, about one of my favorite flowers: daffodils. When I ten years old, I memorized these lines from a book titled, A Child’s Book of Poems, which I still cart the world with me. Happy Spring to my family, friends, and fans!

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 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 my inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth

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