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 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:
A poet could not but be gay,
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.
Every single blog I write, I think - " Ah! When I read this 5 years later, I'll wonder - wow! That was me!!! " But I'm still waiting for "my daffodil moment" - when I won't need words to remember...merely to describe!