Meter Monday: William Wordsworth

Dear Fantastic Spatula,
Lucy, Clara and S. Kemp have decided to take a summer vacation from posting. They are going to go do some much needed magic making. But don't worry, they'll start posting again on September 1, 2012. Then they'll be all refreshed and shiny. They hope that all of their dear readers enjoy their summer and make much magic. Here is a poem about daffodils and wandering.
xoxo

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely a a cloud

Daffodils tossing their heads

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.

-William Wordsworth