Spring poems

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With the sap rising in the trees and in our winter bones, this week my thoughts have turned to spring. This poem by Wordsworth was one of my mom’s favourite and is one of mine as well. Reading the lines, the mind’s eye is filled with the image of the lake beside the daffodils,  and the host of daffodils fluttering and waving in the breeze. What are your favourite spring poems and poets?

The Daffodils

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.