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Daffodil Poems

Table of Contents

  1. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth
  2. Daffodil's Return by Bliss Carman
  3. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower by Emily Dickinson

  1. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

    by 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—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.

  2. Daffodil's Return

    by Bliss Carman

    What matter if the sun be lost?
    What matter though the sky be gray?
    There's joy enough about the house,
    For Daffodil comes home to-day.

    There's news of swallows on the air,
    There's word of April on the way,
    They're calling flowers within the street,
    And Daffodil comes home to-day.

    O who would care what fate may bring,
    Or what the years may take away!
    There's life enough within the hour,
    For Daffodil comes home to-day.

  3. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?

    by Emily Dickinson

    Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
    But I could never sell.
    If you would like to borrow
    Until the daffodil

    Unties her yellow bonnet
    Beneath the village door,
    Until the bees, from clover rows
    Their hock and sherry draw,

    Why, I will lend until just then,
    But not an hour more!