When my professor gave us the assignment of finding a patch of daffodils and reading the famous words of William Wordsworth, I was in heaven. I remember sitting in Holland park on a beautiful March afternoon soaking up the beauty and thinking that Wordsworth captured exactly how I was feeling.
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
- That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
- A host, of golden daffodils;
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
- And twinkle on the Milky Way,
- Along the margin of a bay:
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
- Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
- In such a jocund company:
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
- In vacant or in pensive mood,
- Which is the bliss of solitude;
And dances with the daffodils.