Wordsworth had
a penetrating eye for the phenomena of nature. He observed the scenes of nature
minutely ,stored them up in his memory and recollected them on will to enjoy
their beauty. The experience put him into a deep trance. His poetry is a
wonderful expression of such emotions recollected on tranquility.
Once
the poet was wandering in the valleys and among the mountains. He was feeling
free like the high floating cloud. Suddenly he saw a host of golden daffodils. They
were growing beside the lake and under the trees. They were many in numbers. The
were dancing in the breeze. They looked continuous like the stars that twinkle
in the milky ways. They were growing in an endless line along the edge of the
lake. The were dancing vividly. The waves in the lake was also rising. They also
looked to be dancing. But the dance of daffodils was more beautiful than that
of the waves. The poet felt very happy in this joyful company. He continued
gazing at the scene.
Long afterwards, whenever the poet was along
in his bed he remembered that sight. It proved to be a blessing for him in his
solitude. Then he felt very happy. His heart began to dance like the
daffodils!!
As John Keats
said,
“A thing of beauty is joy forever”
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