''DAFFODILS''

 

“Daffodils” by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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.

Examination of the Poem 

Through the storyteller's possibility experience with a field of daffodils by the water, we are given the force and magnificence of the normal world. It sounds sufficiently basic, yet there are a few factors that add to this present sonnet's significance. To start with, the sonnet comes when the Western world is industrializing and man feels in a deep sense forlorn notwithstanding an inexorably pagan perspective. This inclination is impeccably bridled by the portrayal of meandering through the wild "forlorn as a cloud" and by the consummation scene of the storyteller unfortunately lying on his love seat "in empty or in meditative temperament" and discovering joy in isolation. The daffodils then, at that point, become more than nature; they become a friend and a wellspring of individual bliss. Second, the very effortlessness itself of getting a charge out of nature—blossoms, trees, the ocean, the sky, the mountains and so on—is impeccably showed by the straightforwardness of the sonnet: the four verses basically start with daffodils, depict daffodils, contrast daffodils with something different, and end on daffodils, individually. Any normal peruser can without much of a stretch get this sonnet, as effectively as her or she may partake in a stroll around a lake. 

Third, Wordsworth has inconspicuously advanced something beyond a tribute to nature here. Each refrain makes reference to moving and the third verse even calls the daffodils "a show." At this time in England, one may have paid cash to see a drama or other execution of high creative quality. Here, Wordsworth is advancing the possibility that nature can offer comparable delights and even give you "riches" rather than taking it from you, fixing that excellence is connected to natural cash and societal position. This, combined with the language and subject of the sonnet, which are both moderately open to the everyday person, make for an extraordinary sonnet that shows the comprehensive and open nature of excellence and its partners, truth and euphoria.