Once, long ago, as I was wandering along the coastline, I came across a whole field of daffodils in bloom.
This magnificent sight just appeared as I came over a rise and it gave me such a jolt of pleasure as I stood and stared. All the blossoms moved gently in the breeze and created an even more stunning vision than the sparkles of sun on the waves in the bay that I had just been admiring.
I had no idea at that time what a powerful impression this scene had on me, but many times since, I have come to realise the impact of that vision. When I am alone and in a contemplative mood, I often see this image in my mind’s eye, as sharp as if for the first time, and it brings with it the intense feeling of delight that was evoked at that original glance as I strolled over the hill so many years ago.
Lorraine Saunders 24-2-2021
From an exercise to portray in prose the emotions evoked by a familiar poem.
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.