Poems I Like 4: Daffodils

I wander'd lonely as a cloud,
That floats 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 stretch'd in a never ending line,
Along the margin of a bay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a 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

Verse Seven: Melancholia

She sat in a corner with her head against a raised arm,
Brushing away a single tear with the back of her palm,
Eyes unfocused, gazing unseeingly at something far away,
Something happened that made her melancholy even on this bright sunny day,
Humming a tune that her mind remembered hearing,
She couldn't help feeling that something sinister was nearing,
Soon the daylight would fade. and the a darkness would come,
A darkness so complete that even silence seemed to hum,
At twilight she rose and walked as though in a trance,
She walked and walked, giving nothing in her way even the slightest glance,
As she walked, her mind was abuzz with thoughts running through it,
her clothes were shabby, her hair unkempt, but she cared not a whit,
 On and on she went, he mind now focused on one thing,
Holding with one hand the pendant on her chain, the pendant - a ring...
Finally after ages, it seemed, she reached he destination,
And laid at his headstone, a blood red carnation...