haroldg529
07-05-2005, 05:24 PM
I was just wallowing in a mood of deep nostalgia when I decided, quite by chance, to look up some information on William Wordsworth, the Lakeland Poet.
In particular, my mind became filled with :-
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.
Having trudged around the English Lake District so much in my younger days I find those words quite pungent.
In particular, my mind became filled with :-
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.
Having trudged around the English Lake District so much in my younger days I find those words quite pungent.