Poetry meme
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therealsnapeSince the flist has added such unexpected joy to the day with all their wonderful poetry choices, let's add a favourite of mine.
My study has a view on a little park, and like the procrastinator that I am, I spend quite a lot of time looking at it.
Yesterday, it still was bleak and barren. And today I looked out, and literally hundreds of little yellow crocusses stood up and bowed.
Hence . And it has that brilliant that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude.
I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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
Outdid 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.
My study has a view on a little park, and like the procrastinator that I am, I spend quite a lot of time looking at it.
Yesterday, it still was bleak and barren. And today I looked out, and literally hundreds of little yellow crocusses stood up and bowed.
Hence . And it has that brilliant that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude.
I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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
Outdid 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.
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Date: 2010-03-02 03:41 pm (UTC)I do sooooo love the last verse!!
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Date: 2010-03-02 03:48 pm (UTC)How long is that terrible reconstruction going to last? From what I understood, you have complete windows hacked into your walls - it must be hell.
Love your new icon, btw.
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Date: 2010-03-02 04:12 pm (UTC)well...I set the deadline at my 50 th birthday, which will be September next year ... the house might really be done by then, but I doubt the garden will be fit to be used....and, of course, I so much would like it to... but the house comes first... but it will never really end, as this constitutes my husband's only "hobby" (it is the 4th time I live in a "construction-site" *sigh* - but at least I call the shots in way of plan/design)