Daffodils Class of 2010

Each year, a section of our yard is transformed from boring to brilliant as the daffodils emerge and burst into bloom. The scene seems almost miraculous, given the fact that the only attention they get from us is a few weeks of appreciation and a good mowing when they finally start to look desperately pathetic.

Last week as my daughter and I strolled among them enjoying the fragrance and taking some snapshots, she recited this poem, and I thought it would be a very nice selection to recommend for a springtime memorization assignment.

The 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.

William Wordsworth