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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Nature's palette sets our writing table





 

“Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.” – William Wordsworth

A beautiful sky greeted me as I stood at the edge of the Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado this past week. And after taking the photo, I was reminded of William Wordsworth’s wonderful poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud."    So, here for Saturday's Poem to accompany the clouds wandering through a  Colorado sky, is Wordsworth’s,

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.