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

Writing Prompts:

1. Do you recall hearing this poem, perhaps when you were a child? What memories of early introductions to poetry does it bring to mind?

2. Write a poem about something your mind returns to again and again when you are in a thoughtful mood. What memory or image have you tucked away?

3. Try rewriting the idea of this poem in a more “contemporary” style, i.e. without the traditional rhyme and rhymes. Which style do you prefer, and why?

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