A host, of golden daffodils ...

Today, I visited a beautiful church yard to view a carpet of daffodils - immediately, reminding me of Wordsworth’s poem. The simplest of flowers, which symbolise new beginnings, rebirth and renewal, covered the graves and gently swayed in the breeze – it was quite a sight to behold. It was easy to understand how Wordworth's muse was touched by such a sight in Ullswater, back in 1802. I was far from the Lake District but still, the scene was glorious and renewed my spirits, after a busy week. 

Followers know how much I love graveyards ... the names, the life stories and the beautiful statues ignite my imagination. Today's visit was simply glorious and I returned home overflowing with inspiration!
 
 
I wandered lonely as a cloud - 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.
 
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.

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