Spring 2014


[‘I wandered like a lonely’ crossed out]

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

That floats on high oer Vales and Hills

When all at once I saw a crowd-

A host of dancing Daffodils.

Alone the Lake, beneath the trees,

Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The Waves beside them danced, but they

Outdid the sparkling Waves in glee:-

A Poet could not but be gay

In such a laughing company:

I gaz’d – and gaz’d – 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.