April On My Mind
The calendar has flipped once again. Some days it feels like the months are zooming by. April has been one of my favorites. That is due in part to my daughter, granddaughter and some very dear friends being born in April. What else about April? The truth is that my creative juice compartment seems to be temporarily empty. Thus, I’ve decided to simply share William Wordsworth’s poem, I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud as it focuses on one of April’s delights.
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.
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