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Jyrki Pellinen
21/05/2016
05/05/2016
The Daffodils
I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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
Outdid 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.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Spring Song
I wandered in the well-known path,
The sky was bright and blue,
The trees were clad in freshest green,
The sunlight streaming through.
The nightingales were singing loud
Their love-songs from the vale,
The purling brooklet, as it flowed
Seemed chanting a sweet tale.
O whence this gladness in the air?
And wherefore do ye sing?
The little birds were answering me:--
"Rejoice, for it is spring!"
Rejoice, for it is spring! I cried;
Rejoice for all the year!
For winter too--there is no death
In Nature--have no fear!
And joying thus for all the year,
More joyful could I sing
Than bird, or brooklet flowing by:
"Rejoice, for it is spring!"
Mary de Morgan
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