Sweet friends, Just a quick post to wish you all a Happy and Sunny Easter! With a bit of luck my family and I will spend it in our garden, painting the little house.
Don't eat too much chocolate and eggs :-)!
See you all again next week!
Lieve groet, Madelief
Daffodils" (1804)
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 stretch'd 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.
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 stretch'd 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.
By William Wordsworth
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