I wander'd 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 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 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.
What a beautiful bloom! Spring has arrived to England... Here in California we are having three weeks of rain, all my flowers are fallen on the ground! No signs of spring :(
Está lindo. Tenho imensos no meu jardim, mas nestas fostos, são imensos, e fica lindissimo.
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It´s so beautiful, you are lucky to see such lovely flowers in your surrendings. I envy you. Besos, Begoña
ReplyDeleteThey look like native wild daffodils - how beautiful they are.
ReplyDeleteJo x
Finalmente: dias de sol e de luz! :)
ReplyDeleteBem-vinda primavera :)
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ReplyDeletehola!!
bella primavera, nosotros entrando en el Otoño!!
te mando un saludo
y te deseo una buena semana
abrazos desde Chile
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Depois de tantos meses de chuva já só apetece o calorzinho da Primavera-
ReplyDelete"Daffodils" (1804)
ReplyDeleteI wander'd 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 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 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.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Um abraço de Leça, Concha!
Marta
Que primavera tão linda e carregada de luz :)
ReplyDeleteFeliz Primavera.
Beautiful! No wonder Wordsworth was so inspired.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful bloom! Spring has arrived to England...
ReplyDeleteHere in California we are having three weeks of rain, all my flowers are fallen on the ground! No signs of spring :(