I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
AN ADAPTATION BY RICHARD W. SYMONDS OF THE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH POEM
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er meadow and hill
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of beautiful bluebells
Beside the brook, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They spread like a wave
Across the wood
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The trees above them danced, but they
Out-did their leaves with glee
A poet could not but delight
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 bluebells.
THE WANDERER’S ROUTE
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