They encompass what it feels like to be alive, to be taking up space in this world, and somehow they instill a sense of intimacy with the world around us when we are otherwise feeling alone. 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. For me, these simple pleasures include train rides across the countryside, birdsong at dawn on a foggy morning, a picnic in a meadow of wildflowers, the smell of lilacs in the garden, swans on a pond surrounded by weeping willows blowing in a mild summer breeze, the beams of sunlight that seem to sparkle as they stream through the forest canopy, the smell of the salty sea mist of the Atlantic, listening to a summer thunderstorm outside my bedroom window.Īll these things and more are what it means to be human. 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.
Wordsworth’s poem calls to mind the beautiful things that entwine humankind’s relationship with nature, that prove nature itself is visual poetry to the human soul, and that provide us an inexplicable comfort. Wordsworth, William (1770-1850) - English poet who, along with. A host of dancing Daffodils Along the Lake, beneath the trees, Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. I find that when I’m feeling restless or lonesome, retreating into nature or merely recalling a happy memory of time spent among it never fails to enliven my spirit. I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high oer vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils Along the lake, beneath. 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. I really connect with poems that help us appreciate, or at least try to appreciate, nature. It was inspired by a journal entry his sister wrote recounting when the two of them went for a walk along the bay and saw a large number of daffodils. That floats on high oer vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the. What sweeter balm than nature to soothe the lonely soul? In this poem, Wordsworth gives his readers a Romantic description of nature’s beauty through the point of view of a “lonely cloud.” I know that in this day and age, we have many resources at our fingertips to keep us busy, but we can all still feel lonely at times. 'I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud' is one of Wordsworth's most famous poems.