I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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.
(William Wordsworth)
2 commenti:
Vagabondo come una piccola nuvola mi lascio trasportare da una lieve e fresca brezza di fine estate nel silenzio e nella pace del luminoso cielo blu cobalto: osservo le piccole cose, anche le più semplici, quelle di cui non mi accorgo nella fretta e frenesia della vita quotidiana; scopro una ricchezza di cui posso fruire sempre, un'emozione primordiale che mi riscalda dentro, e sono felice.
Interesting to know.
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