tisdag 7 april 2009

dille på daffodils






Nu är det vårliljor, påskliljor, tête-a-tête. Snitta inte om dem innan du sätter dem i kallt vatten. Sätt dem helst inte med andra blommor. De har ett segt slem som gör det svårt för andra blommor att dricka vatten om de delar vas.








Daffodils av William Wordsworth:





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.

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