Shirleys Reflections

A reflection from Shirley Stow

 

Whilst we are confined to our own areas, I thought the poem below would ignite our imagination. We can believe we are at Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater, in the Lake District.on 15th April 1802. Not restricted to one hour of exercise, we are taking a leisurely stroll.

In the quiet, peaceful surroundings and warm sunshine we can let our ‘inner eye’ register the beauty spelt out for us below by William Wordsworth..

DaffodilsI

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.

– William Wordsworth (1815)

Submitted by Shirley Stow