William Wordsworth I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
William Wordsworth I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
William Wordsworth I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
Hello, Everyone. I hope you are all feeling well and staying safe during this challenging
time. Although we must be socially isolated right now, what can really help to lift our
spirits is the arrival of spring. The new green leaves and colorful pink and white
blossoms decking the trees, and the green shoots and perennial flowers poking out of the
earth are enacting before our eyes the cycle of nature and the miracle of rebirth. What
better symbol can there be for hope? May this beautiful season uplift our spirits.
Today I am happy to share with you two of the most beloved classic English poems
about spring. Enjoy!
Background
At the time he wrote the poem, Wordsworth was living with his wife, Mary Hutchinson,
and sister Dorothy at Town End, in Grasmere in the Lake District. The inspiration for the
poem came from a walk Wordsworth took with his sister Dorothy on April 15, 1802,
around Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater, in the Lake District of England. He would draw on
this to compose "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" in 1804, inspired by Dorothy's journal
entry describing the walk:
"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to
the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seed ashore and that the little
colony had so sprung up – But as we went along there were more and yet more and at
last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the
shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful
they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon
these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and
seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they
looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to
them. There was here and there a little knot and a few stragglers a few yards higher up
but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity and unity and life of that one busy
highway – We rested again and again. "