Spring has Sprung

Finally spring is here. I can really feel it. Where is the rain, though ? Every bone, every muscle, every sinewy tissue in my body is longing for an explosion of the skies. I need the rain. A good storm. And I need it soon.

For my english class we had to select poems to read aloud in front of the class. I am so pleased with the one I found. It was written by William Wordsworth in the late 1700's, and I truly feel the need to share it with whoever may happen to be reading this.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by 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.

They 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.