Thursday, March 24, 2005

Daffodils... There is a Green Hill, Not So Far Away

With apologies to the late great William Wordsworth for a blatant rip off of his masterpiece, I thought I'd post something of beauty, to make you think. If you want to see the photo landscape for real though, it's on Primrose Hill, by the BP garage roundabout o the A46 just out of Alcester:

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A cross of golden daffodils,
Upon the hill, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.



Continuous as the stars so bright
That twinkle on the Milky Way,
A humble but glorious never-ending sight
Upon the slope at break of day:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.




The trees above them danced, but they
Outdid the rustling leaves 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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