“I Gazed–and I Gazed–“

Indira Ganesan, Yellow Bouquet, 2017

 

A hand-written manuscript of William Wordsworth’s ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ also known as ‘Daffodils’ (1802).  © The British Library Board 065858. BL Add. MS 47864

 

“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.

 

From the William Wordsworth Trust:

One of Dorothy [sister to William] Wordsworth’s  most famous journal entries is the one she made for Thursday 15 April 1802.

‘The wind was furious… the Lake was rough… When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore & that the little colony had so sprung up — But as we went along there were more & yet more & at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here & there a little knot & a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity & unity & life of that one busy highway… — Rain came on, we were wet.’

 

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  1. I couldn’t help but wonder even as I was reading the poem if his sister hadn’t written it. Hmmmm It is quite, quite lovely. Almost hypnotic, meditative.

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  2. Yan Jing's Family April 17, 2017 — 7:41 am

    Thanks, Indira, for reminding us of WW’s poem. I read it aloud to the pups this morn.

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