I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
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.
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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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've posted this before, I know, but it's lovely and I recently purchased a collection of Wordsworth poems so thought it'd be proper to have one of his poems up on my blog, particularly this one, my favourite.Something I've failed to mention is that despite my breakout from the mainstream of pop culture, after watching about 6 hours of Glee on the 13-hour haul flight back to Hong Kong from Canada, I must confess that the music and impressive choreography have latched on to me. Despite the fact that I once regarded Glee as a 'poorly 'extended rendition of High School Musical,' full of 'auto-tuned voices,' the 6-hour transition that took place overnight on the plane, high up in the air surrounded by naught but the endless sky and clouds, morphed me into a Gleek.
Not that I mind, really, Cory Monteith is quite charming...
