With springtime now alive and well, as I discussed last week, I’ve been decorating my house with flowers, since I don’t have a garden to plant them in (yet). Last week, I bought two succulents, and today I walked out of Wal-Mart with some pink flowers and a pot to plant them in. To celebrate the loveliness of springtime flowers, I would like to share this poem with you:
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.
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.
In the book I found this poem in, the editor added the following note:
“Wordsworth takes nature largely for what it is. Many poets use natural things as symbols of human things” (Hall 1962, 95).
This information makes me appreciate this poem so much more! I have nothing against symbolism, but I’m glad there is a poet who didn’t need to include any extra hidden meaning to make nature seem interesting. Nature is one of God’s original masterpieces!
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
As a last note, Francine Rivers came out with a lovely devotional book called Earth Psalms which focuses on how God speaks through nature. Check it out!
Hall, Donald. 1962. A Poetry Sampler. New York: Franklin Watts, Inc.
Wordsworth, William. 1962. “Daffodils.” In A Poetry Sampler, edited by Donald Hall, 95. New York: Franklin Watts, Inc.