Artwork of the Week

It seems that as though, for these past few weeks, all my posts comprise AotW's, with intermittent thoughts that stir in my mind.

I have, of course, myself, and only myself to blame.
I just haven't been in the right frame of mind to express myself.
No, it is not writer's block. Its a thirst for inspiration.

And on the quest for stimulus, I came across this poem that changed something. So as the first poem to ever grace AotW, I present it to you, as how Wordsworth would have intended.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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

Please do leave comments on what you think of this poem, and what it does for you.