The Art Of Wandering

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

14 thoughts on “The Art Of Wandering

  1. Oh, one of my favourite poems, Hannah – and a gorgeous gallery of course.Have a great week as well – in this the most beautiful time of the year!

  2. Wonderful beautiful pictures, Hanna! You have managed to shoot Greylag Geese with kids, something I actually never have! : D

    • Yes!!! I feel lucky now 🙂 …but actually I think I was. The adults are a bit choosy who they come near. Thanks a lot, John!

    • Dear Mathilda. It was a very nice walk. I should make a little film because the sound image would be unique: Complete silence and birdsong ❤ 🙂
      Wish you a lovely weekend,

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