I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD

Unwittingly, a kind Instagram fellow-user has reminded me of my youth and my studies in English Lit, and the poetry I used to memorize. Those who learn poetry by heart belong to bygone times, to "days that are no more", but I am a pigheaded, stubborn old teacher, and insist on recommending language students to commit poetry to memory. Sooner than later this habit will stand them in good stead. William Wordsworth has a poem I have known by heart for over a century. 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.