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Daffodillies

The bright yellow of daffodils is synonymous with Spring, and the daffodils in my garden are working hard on making their appearance. It will still be a week or two yet before there are any yellow heads. However, this past weekend, there were daffodils aplenty on sale as the Canadian Cancer Society celebrated their annual fundraiser, Daffodil Days. Last year, daffodil sales raised nearly $3 million in Ontario. I brought home a bouquet of tightly-closed buds and within hours they had opened into a show of brilliant spring yellow.

If spring and daffodils are synonymous, daffodils and Wordsworth are also forever linked. Here is William’s famous poem:

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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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