Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Signs of Spring Blossoming at Lake Cumberland S.R.P

                                     Daffodils



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.