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A Touch of Spring

March 14, 2010 by Sharifah

The Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

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.

Posted in Flowers, Home/Garden | Tagged daffodils, narcissus, poem about daffodils, spring, William Wordsworth | 4 Comments

4 Responses

on March 15, 2010 at 4:20 am | Reply Jim

very nice picture.
- on March 15, 2010 at 1:54 pm | Reply Sharifah
  
  Hi Jim, thanks for stopping by. Glad you like the picture.
on March 15, 2010 at 9:40 pm | Reply Louis

Hi Sharifah,

The daffodils are beginning to appear up here in the Pacific Northwest.

We had to memorize that poem in our Tropical school curriculum. To paraphrase a writer who wrote about “counterfeited glee”, we students wrote essays about it with counterfeited admiration because we had never seen a real daffodil, but we were accustomed to living year-round among whole trees and shrubs of vivid colors.

But later I experienced my first dismal winter in the UK, followed by a Spring, and I finally understood why English writers would rave about daffodils and irises and tulips.
- on March 16, 2010 at 11:13 pm | Reply Sharifah
  
  Hi Louis. That story is so amusing and beautiful at the same time. Thank you for sharing.