Spring

Today, on this first day of spring, I think of daffodils as I do every year. I associate these beautiful yellow flowers with spring. Living in New Brunswick, they are not as cheaply, nor as readily available, as they were in Victoria. In fact the daffodils that are sold for the breast cancer fundraiser are grown a few kilometers from where we lived in Victoria. Here, to go with these minature daffodils, is one of my favourite poems.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud


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.

by William Wordsworth