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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazedâ€”and gazedâ€”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.
As it's St David's Day, Mrs NG has reconciled herself to yesterday's French victory in the Six Nations and has bedecked the house with Welsh flags and daffodils. Friends are coming over tonight to dine on Welsh cawl (stew) and roast Welsh lamb. Wish me luck.
P.S. Did you know that "Mae fy hofrenfad yn llawn o lyswennod" means "My hovercraft is full of eels" in Welsh? See here for this and other useful phrases.