The Poem Daffodils by William Wordsworth captures the beauty of tens of thousands of daffodils that he suddenly finds as he keeps going around the valleys and hills, next to the lake.
They appear to be dancing and swinging as they remind him of the innumerable stars that twinkle in the Milky Way, and although the waves next to the daffodils came and went, they were no way close to the waves created by the daffodils and keeps looking at them until he can quench his eyes, of seeing the beauty of nature. He carries that very scene, with him in his heart, and remembers it any time he finds himself pensive.
This thought of remembering the beauty of nature and finding oneself happy is so close to my heart. Any time I find myself not very cheerful, or absorbed in some deep thoughts, I recollect the poem and the flowers that I can imagine and visualize, as the poet may have found, all of a sudden and feel like my burden is removed and floats away like a dark cloud in a windy evening. I also remember the beauty of flowers I have seen in Kodaicanal and the Himalayas, in a Sikari boat across Dal lake and also the beauty of the hills, reckons me that the world offers much more beauty than one is able to remember always. Neither stars or moonlight or pleasant skies, which are all so beautiful, are asking anyone to pay price to enjoy their beauty! All we have to do, to forget about the problems one encounters is just to dwell upon the beauty of earth, and Universe, and trust the eternal truth, that Universe is ever so changing and lovely.
Poem: Daffodils
Poet: 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.
