I wandered lonely as a cloud

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

Whew! Didn’t think I would make it today. I posted the first stanza of this in my FB status #poetrytuesday and was quite surprised at the number of responses I received: 4 Likes and several comments, including a smart-ass one from my oldest brother.

Yesterday, I was pondering about what would do for Poetry Tuesday and thought of poems with the word May, but none of them felt right. Then this one floated into my mind, and I knew it was right.