{"id":4214,"date":"2011-04-07T06:52:45","date_gmt":"2011-04-07T10:52:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/?p=4214"},"modified":"2021-05-30T23:14:37","modified_gmt":"2021-05-31T03:14:37","slug":"dancing-with-the-daffodils","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/?p=4214","title":{"rendered":"Dancing with the Daffodils"},"content":{"rendered":"

I post this ever-so-timely poem, along with a sketch of a neighbor\u2019s garden, in honor of William Wordsworth (1770-1850), whose birthday it is today.<\/p>\n

\"Daffodils2\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I wandered lonely as a cloud<\/address>\n
That floats on high o\u2019er vales and hills,<\/address>\n
When all at once I saw a crowd,<\/address>\n
A host, of golden daffodils;<\/address>\n
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,<\/address>\n
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/address>\n
Continuous as the stars that shine<\/address>\n
And twinkle on the milky way,<\/address>\n
They stretched in never-ending line<\/address>\n
Along the margin of a bay:<\/address>\n
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,<\/address>\n
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/address>\n
The waves beside them danced; but they<\/address>\n
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:<\/address>\n
A poet could not but be gay,<\/address>\n
In such a jocund company:<\/address>\n
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought<\/address>\n
What wealth the show to me had brought:<\/address>\n
For oft, when on my couch I lie<\/address>\n
In vacant or in pensive mood,<\/address>\n
They flash upon that inward eye<\/address>\n
Which is the bliss of solitude;<\/address>\n
And then my heart with pleasure fills,<\/address>\n
And dances with the daffodils.<\/address>\n

\u2014William Wordsworth<\/p>\n

For another Wordworth poem, a bio, and a painting, please see My Heart Leaps Up<\/span><\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I post this ever-so-timely poem, along with a sketch of a neighbor\u2019s garden, in honor of William Wordsworth (1770-1850), whose birthday it is today. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o\u2019er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneathRead more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[55,47,76,19,144,3,46],"class_list":["post-4214","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sketchbook","tag-birthday","tag-dc","tag-flowers","tag-poem","tag-print","tag-watercolor","tag-woodley-park"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4214","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4214"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4214\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9168,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4214\/revisions\/9168"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4214"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4214"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4214"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}