Daffodils by William Wordsworth 1770-1850
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 the
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)
“All his glory and beauty lies within you, and he finds great delight in living there.”
-Thomas A Kempis, Imitation of Christ
"Pain issues from a fractured soul, the broken root of the tree. Tomorrow new leaves and buds will bubble out of the appearance of dead branches, not because we stop grieving, not because we know how, not because we are worthy, but because that is the way of life, the grace of pulse for every living being."
-Marian Olson in "Comfort Prayer" by June Cotner
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