Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Spring has been slow showing it's face in our little corner of the world and while people living just ten minutes from us have been raking their lawn weeks ago, we are still waiting for the last of our snow to disappear. Although our crocuses and daffodils have yet to bloom, the hubby surprised me the other day with a gift of what's to come.

One of my favorite poems that always makes me smile is Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770-1850). It is a lyrical poem in which Wordsworth compares himself to a lonely cloud and personifies the field of golden daffodils he sees below as a crowd of joyful dancers. The poem shows the author's love and appreciation of the beauty of nature.

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
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 (1770-1850).

But another lesser known poem To Daffodils by  Robert Herrick is equally stirring of the emotions but in a different way. While Wordsworth evokes feelings of joy, Herrick has a note of melancholy/sadness in his poem which arises out of the realization that beauty is not going to stay forever. He compares the fast dying daffodils to the shortness of human life.

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
by Robert Herrick


  1. I love daffodils....I never could have expressed it with the eloquence of these poets.

  2. Oh I wanted to dance with the daffodils this year. My son mowed our lawn where the daffodils grow too early last year and they didn't bloom this year. I had my tutu ready, but then there wasn't any sun to dance in either. Love the images of the poems.

  3. Two beautiful poems about one of my favorite flowers. The thing is though, I never thought of daffodils as short lived before. I just bought a big bunch from Trader Joes yesterday so I'll be watching them and the clock :-)
    Enjoy yours! xo jj

  4. They are very short lived, but one of the things I like about them, is the stage when they turn to paper, and still hold their shape, becoming different yet beautiful still.

    It gives me hope for this time in my life when I struggle with the face that looks back at me from my mirror.

  5. Thank you so much for stopping by my place and saying hi! Very nice to meet you!

    Between the two poems, I definitely would pick the first by Wordsworth to convey the beauty of a daffodil as well as the awakening of Spring!

  6. Enjoyed the poems , they're beautiful. My daffodils have bloomed and died , they weren't as pretty this year as last though. I think it was because we had an very early Spring and the temps have been up and down.

    ~ Be Blessed ~