Floral Beauties

Lebanese girl Asmaa Abdallah, 6, picks flowers on the first days of spring from a field near the Litani river, in the southern village of Khardali, Lebanon Friday, March 23, 2007. (AP Photo/Mohammed Zaatari)

To Daffodils

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; A

nd then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

A man walks through a field of daffodils, or narcissus flowers, on the first day of spring in the town of Lisse in the heart of the bulb growing district of the Netherlands, Wednesday March 21, 2007. (AP Photo/Peter Dejong)