◊ ◊ ◊
Lemongrass Organic Shower Gel
Daffodils
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.
— William Wordsworth
◊ ◊ ◊