The Daffodils by William Wordsworth 1800s English Poet (When a gay poet was a happy poet; how English changes over time, and painting styles too.)
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.
July 9, 1959 – March 23, 2015 Brenda was an artist in rural Maine, working both in soft pastels and oils. She was delighted to have this blog to share her paintings and her process. As Brenda said, "I thank you kindly for your interest."
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4 comments:
Nice painting and music. Fun(k)!
Nice painting , um ha um ha, I like it. Amazing threads, love seeing that leisure suit bling.
Perfect!!!
A old fine poem to go with your new fine art:
The Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
1800s English Poet
(When a gay poet was a happy poet;
how English changes over time,
and painting styles too.)
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.
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