Springtime... Finally.

Yesterday Caitlin and I briefly reminisced about my 9th grade English class. I thought about it a little more today and remembered that we had to memorize a piece of classic poetry every term and stand in front of the class and recite it. One of the poems that was lucky enough to be recited by yours truly was "The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth, and I thought that the belated arrival of springtime could be appropriately celebrated. It reads:

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.

Happy Springtime!