Magnificent! Always renewal. Always hope. I luvs me auld Daft Old Dills I do. Nature is nothing short of magnificent, but then so are good and decent human beings; part of nature of course. Thank you for capturing and sharing the beauty - 😉👏👏
Oh, it is, these beautiful flowers indeed, how lovely to see them, brings me hope fer this summer, and one summer in the near future, where Ireland will be united and free!
I Wandered Lonely as a cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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.
Magnificent! Always renewal. Always hope. I luvs me auld Daft Old Dills I do. Nature is nothing short of magnificent, but then so are good and decent human beings; part of nature of course. Thank you for capturing and sharing the beauty - 😉👏👏
Oh, it is, these beautiful flowers indeed, how lovely to see them, brings me hope fer this summer, and one summer in the near future, where Ireland will be united and free!
I Wandered Lonely as a cloud
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
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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