Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Wednesday Musings

Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon

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.
William Wadsworth


  1. I love the Wadsworth poem. Thanks!

  2. Indeed, the poem is lovely - and so is the cloud photo.

  3. Yeah I'm not generally a huge poetry fan though I used to write them when I was young and full of teenaged angst but last night I was trying to decide what to post for Wednesday and since I was feeling rather melancholy I googled loneliness poems. I liked the Bacon piece, too, but I particularly liked the Wadsworth one. Then of course I had to search for the perfect cloud picture to go with it. I love the internet! lol

  4. ((hugs)) internet :)

    I'd never seen the Bacon poem, but I really really like it. Thanks for sharing!

  5. Yes there is something very sad about the Bacon one, I think.