THE 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.”

Have you grab your tea or coffee? If so, let’s begin. This is one of my favourite poems that I have came across in my early teens, and to be more precise it was at the age of thirteen. I discovered it while singing in the Soprano – higher end section in an all-girls Angelus choir for four years in secondary school / high school. Now how did that happened ? Well, the very first non-gospel choir piece I have ever learned was a SSA (Soprano – higher end, Soprano – lower end and Altos) choral arrangement of this very poem written in 1802 by the English Poet William Wordsworth.

One can already feel such an overwhelming and powerful adoration for the yellow daffodils that the poet could not help but adore against the backdrop of nature. It is such a humanistic, almost innocent and child-like amazement and excitement of those daffodils he saw and I instantly fell in love with this poem and the choir rendition. The way he says the waves were dancing but the daffodils out did them in their dance with glee is just too adorable. I love how he says that even when he is not in the presence of the daffodils and is in a pensive mood, just thinking about them makes him so happy. This in a way teaches us to see the littlest yet beautiful things that could uplift our moods and to appreciate living in general.

I almost can visualise every stanza of this poem because of his elaborate use of language to depict his emotions and the backdrop of which the poem is based on. No wonder this poem has been arranged into a musical piece because of the raw emotions that has been penned down that one might as well as sing it too.

It is already so eloquently written just as it is in its stanzas . To sing it with the various stresses of the poem replaced with crescendos and the decrescendos and finally being beautifully balanced and controlled with a delightful ending was just one of my highlights as a choir girl performing this piece. I could not find the music score online nor do I have my original copy of my scores anymore so here is the rendition of the choir arrangement which is still such a delight for me to listen.

This is Thursday Tea with Stephanie and I thank you for reading this post. Do share your thoughts if you have any or would like to introduce me to some of your favorite literacy works or even your own works regardless of language ( because the more the merrier) and I would love to include them into this series. Thank you for having tea with me and I wish you a wonderful week ahead! Till next Thursday!

29 thoughts on “THE DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth

  1. First of all, I love this new section of your blog!
    I’ve enjoyed having a virtual tea (coffee, on my end) with you!
    Secondly, you know what is amazing? That I already knew of this beautiful poem: it is one of my High School English literature teacher’s favorites (and one of mine, too).
    The English Romantic poetry is marvelous.
    Have you read anything by Coleridge?
    And what about the 2nd generation of Romantic poets – Byron, Shelley and Keats?
    I’m just gonna suggest you one by Keats, one of my absolute favorites: J. Keats, “Ode on a Grecian urn” (1819).

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    1. Yes, I am a huge fan of romantic poets such Bryon, Shelly and Keats but Byron oh yes, one of my absolute favorite! I love that poem too by J. Keats ! I am glad we have came across similar English literature while studying the English language!

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