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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

The document provides analysis of William Wordsworth's poem "Daffodils". It summarizes the poem in two parts: In the first part, the speaker is walking alone by a lake when they notice a large group of daffodils waving in the breeze by the water. There were thousands of daffodils dancing and replacing the speaker's loneliness with joy. In the second part, the sight of the daffodils had a lasting impact on the speaker. When resting alone later, memories of the daffodils would return to them and bring great pleasure.

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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

The document provides analysis of William Wordsworth's poem "Daffodils". It summarizes the poem in two parts: In the first part, the speaker is walking alone by a lake when they notice a large group of daffodils waving in the breeze by the water. There were thousands of daffodils dancing and replacing the speaker's loneliness with joy. In the second part, the sight of the daffodils had a lasting impact on the speaker. When resting alone later, memories of the daffodils would return to them and bring great pleasure.

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“Daffodils” is a typically Wordsworthian poem. Its portray nature at its best.

It
projects the poet’s extraordinary delight in understanding and exploring
commonplace things. This simple poem revisits the familiar subjects of nature
and memory with a musical eloquence.

Once the poet was wandering pointlessly beside a lake, he was all alone to
wander freely akin to a patch of clouds floating in the sky, over the valleys and
the hill. Suddenly he could view the large number of daffodils gathered by the
side of the lake. They were sheltered under a growing tree. The Daffodils
resembles the color of gold and the airy breeze made them wave and dance,
rejoice and play. The poet however could not estimate their number as they
spread along extensive sides of the lake.

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.

The speaker was walking around through the hills and valleys, but he felt all
lonely and mopey. Suddenly, as he passed a lake, he noticed a big group of
yellow daffodils waving in the breeze. This was not just some scattered patch of
daffodils. There were thousands and thousands around this particular bay. And
all these flowers were dancing. Yes, the daffodils danced, and so did the waves
of the lake. The speaker’s loneliness was replaced by joy, but he did not even
realize what a gift he had received until later. He just thinks of the daffodils, and
his heart is happily dancing.

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.

Daffodils are a commonly grown flower. The line: ‘A host, of golden daffodils;’
needs a special mention since it unveils the poet’s thoughts. Wordsworth
associated the colour of richness: Gold; to his common flower. They resemble
akin to innumerable shining stars that one could see in the night sky in the form
of Milky Way. As the poet made an instant glance, he could see myriad of
daffodils waving their heads, as if they were rejoicing and dancing out of alacrity.
Seeing this, the waves of the lake accompanied dancing along with these
daffodils , but their lustrous dance was in no way comparable to the delight and
gaiety of the flowers the poets seems to have frenzied with; an ecstasy of delight.

He realized that a poet who was susceptible to natural grace could not help but
feels happy in the presence of such gay and beautiful flowers. He gazed at them,
hardly knowing what enormous treasure he was accumulating in his mind.

I gazed - and gazed - but little thought


What wealth the show to me had brought :

That vista was impregnated in the poet’s mind for an everlasting time. In future,
when the poet lied down on his couch, either in a lonely or a pensive mood, the
entire panorama that he saw in the woods beyond the Gowbarrow Park
appeared before his mind’s eye. In solitude, when his mind is unrestrained by
disturbing elements of the real world, he revives the memories of the daffodils.
When the memory of that sight comes into view of the poet, he was able to
derive ecstatic pleasure which he had enjoyed actually.

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;

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