I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

_____________________________________________________

Dear diary,

Today began as a very boring day and again I totally didn’t know what to do.
The holidays started and everyone was gone. That made me feel quite lonely, but then I read
a little article in the newspaper about a national park: Lake District. I had nothing
better to do and I had never been there before. So it seemed like a good plan to go there
today.   Meanwhile I did asked to myself that moment: ‘What am I doing with my life? What’s the meaning of life?’ But then I still took my car and drove to the park.

After I arrived I parked my car and went into the park. I walked along the road without a real
purpose. And then I saw the lake. It was very beautiful and, when I stood there at the shore,
I suddenly saw a group of yellow daffodils. The sun was shining and that made them look
almost golden. Then I had to stand still for a moment to look at the beautiful flowers
underneath a tree. It looked as if angels threw some sunrays over them.

But there still was a little breeze that made the daffodils flutter and dance in the wind. I looked further and I discovered more groups of daffodils along the margin of the lake. It was
an elongated row of daffodils! They were with more than I thought. I couldn’t even see where
the row stopped anymore. It was like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise; There’s so much they hold. They made me so happy that i secretly did a little dance of joy with them.
Like I already said there was a breeze. So it was a very little stormy day. That made the
waves in the lake look like they danced with us. It was a sparkling spectacle. I think that at
that moment there wasn’t even one girl as happy as this one with the cheery flowers as
her company. But did she also realized that when she was there? I was participating just
like the waves in the lake and nothing more. It was only later, when I was back home and I
lay my the couch again, thinking of all myfriends who are on holiday and when the
feeling of loneliness started to come back, that I thought back on the golden daffodils and I
realized how much happiness they had brought to me. I knew what I was doing with
my life and so I stood up from the couch and I danced with those daffodils in my mind.
And as I’m writing this in my diary, I have to smile again.

I’ll see you tomorrow, Diary!

Lots of love,
Dorothy Cloud

by Anonymous

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

_____________________________________________________

So there I was, sitting in front of my house, looking at people walking home from work.
The sun goes down. I looked at the joint in my left hand, there’s not much left. I took a hit and looked at sun. Yellow, orange, purple, red. I wondered how such a simple thing, that we see everyday, could suddenly become so beautiful.

I took another hit. Now all at once I saw a crowd. I have never noticed them before, because of their  height. The breeze that came along, made them dance a little.  A little group of daisies, colored  yellow and white, now looked so human, in the beginning of the night.

Then something else caught my eye, a little bird flying in the sky. All alone in the big sea of colors. His  Red breast struck me the most, it made him look so grand. So there I sat just staring at the robin for  a couple of minutes, wondering how such a small bird, could look so grand.

After staring at the bird for so long, I took the last hit and threw all that was left away. I now looked at the other side of the road. There they were, beautiful red ones, the ones my beloved used to love.

I looked at them. Their heads hung down. The condensation created little tears on their red faces. It  made them look like as if they were crying.  Then I saw the last person, fast walking home. All those people, I thought by myself, they are too  busy.  Never thinking about the real world, only the one we created ourselves.

by Anonymous

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

_____________________________________________________

Dear Caitlyn, my sweetest love,

I have been meaning to tell you about this amazing experience I had.  A few days ago I decided to go for a walk. I walked through a forest and a field of corn, alongside a road and finally I went over the hills and through the valley near a lake, which was surrounded by another forest. That’s where I saw the most beautiful field of flowers, a field of golden daffodils, reflecting the sunlight. This field stretched forever in every direction. When I saw this I decided to stop and just lay down in the middle of those daffodils for a while and close my eyes. I listened to the breeze passing through the daffodils and it sounded like beautiful music, the music became louder and louder. Louder than the sounds of the singing birds and falling leaves, even louder than the small waves on the lake, rolling to shore. As I was listening I sunk into a very deep sleep. So deep that I thought I was in the Milky Way itself, looking at the billion stars shining so bright in there. I always imagine you being one of those and that I am a star right next to you. I miss you. I miss you so much. And there are times when I feel like I can’t live without you, that I want to be next to you back at our house in London. But whenever I feel like this when I’m in the sofa watching the open fire, I think of those golden daffodils. They remind me of you and how beautiful you can sing and dance. I did not realize that these flowers would bring me so much comfort when I’m feeling alone and yet they do bring me comfort when I miss you. They make me happy and put I smile on my face even though I feel lonely without you. And when I come back I will stay with you forever and I will take you to see those daffodils, near the hills and valley, near the forest and the lake. I’ll take you to see them, because want you to enjoy them just as much as I do. My dearest Caitlyn: I love you so much.

Yours Sincerely,

Edward

by Anonymous

 

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

_____________________________________________________

Dear diary,

Today was the craziest day of my life. My wife is just separated from me and I have just lost my job. They said I am too old. But that isn’t the reason. I though all things goes wrong. Why happens this to me and why not another person. But fifteen minutes ago dear diary I realized why this things happen to me. I was getting worse for a long time. My wife was just busy with earing money and more money and more. But she was not the only person who was thinking about money also in the rest of the society. Everyone is get into money. I was not different from the rest of the people. What I understand that we forget to enjoy of your life and we are never satisfied. And now I have lost everything I understand what I had. I should be the happiest person of the life. I had everything what I want. I had a wife a nice job and a beautiful house with a garden, but I wasn’t happy. I was realizing what I had when I was walking through the nature. I came totally to rust. I saw the daffodils in nature and I enjoyed thekm. I was walking through trees. There was a lake beside me. The water was calm and there were no waves. I couldn’t hear anything, except the birds who are chirping. What I felt was so long time ago! The beauty of the nature was amazing and everyone should one time a week walk into the nature. We have to protect our nature and be careful with it. I am now happy and I feel me a new person. So dear diary remember to enjoy of the life and enjoy of the nature.

by Anonymous

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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.

_____________________________________________________

Dear diary,

I woke up early in the morning and had no idea what to do, so I decided to go for a walk because I couldn’t stay at home and do nothing. “Some fresh air would satisfy me.” That’s what I thought and left my house.

I was wandering lonely, without any purpose, through the beautiful nature. As lonely as a cloud that is excluded from the rest of the world. Thinking about the meaning of life. The thoughts in my head were as excluded from the world as a cloud. I continued wandering over hills and valleys. Suddenly I saw a group of flowers. I couldn’t stop gazing at them, because they were gleaming. The gold color of the flowers were controlling my eyes. I think these flowers are more than special. They’re called daffodils. I had never seen such flowers before beside the lake and beneath the trees. The wind let them dance, just like humans do. The upper parts of the flowers were moving slowly from the left to the right. The flowers, the daffodils, were as continuous as the stars. They couldn’t stop gleaming and there were so many of them. They stretched in a never-ending line and I guess there were thousands of them. Not only the flowers were beautiful on their own, but the waves of the lake next the flowers were flowing differently compared to a normal lake. It looked like the lake was dancing with the flowers. But no matter what, nothing could beat the beauty of the flowers.

When I had come home, I decided to lie on the couch. My mind was empty and I didn’t feel good. I had no idea what to do. But then, I remembered the daffodils and an image of them flashed through my mind. Immediately I felt better and the loneliness of my mind was kicked out. The image of the daffodils was as real as the reality and I imagined myself dancing, just like the flowers and the waves of the lake.

by Anonymous

 

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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 walking lonely, but had no connection with the rest of world. It was as if I was locked out by everybody else. At that moment I saw a field, but it wasn’t just a field, it was a smooth field made of flowers. And not just flowers, but daffodils, and every one of them was shining like a little sun. They were next to the sparkling lake, and under the moving tree. They were all in balance and harmony, swinging in the light spring breeze.

They looked like they were never ending, as the stars in the milky way. It felt like the time stood still, during the perfect sunset under an infinite coastline. There were so much, they were uncountable, there were at least ten thousand of them just on the hill next to the lake. Al of them were wobbling together with the leaves of the tree, as if it was a perfect orchestrated whole.

The field surrounds a lake, which laid there glittering and wrinkled in the sun. The free and fluttering flowers pulled at me, and held me in their grip. The lake on the other hand looked like it was poisoned and has had its time, next to the beautiful daffodils. Although I enjoyed the moment to the fullest, I wasn’t aware how great it was, and that such a moment is all you need in life.

That night, when I lied in my bed, I was wondering and thinking about the day and the freedom of the daffodils. They were forever in my memory captured. This remembrance fills me with such joy, that I never wanted something else. This feeling is all I want in life. This feeling like I am dancing with the daffodils.

by Anonymous