golden...

...daffodils*

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
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.

i was feeling rather artsy today - something about daffodils mixing with natural sunshine making them golden... therefore you need to go with where the mood takes you - in this case, wordsworth, and his magical ability to manipulate the english language - hope others will then come along for the ride - and on that ride will find...

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happy day.....

*also commonly referred to as: i wandered lonely as a cloud