Photo of Daffodils by Johan FosterA Reading of “I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud (Daffodils)” by William Wordsworth The Society May 10, 2020 Beauty, Poetry, Readings, Video 10 Comments “I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud,” also known as “Daffodils,” the poem by former British Poet Laureate William Wordsworth (1770-1850) read by the President of The Society of Classical Poets, Evan Mantyk, and filmed by Katy Mantyk on May 10, 2020, Mother’s Day. Daffodils, or ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ by William Wordsworth 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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses C.B. Anderson May 10, 2020 Evan, You should plant more of them this fall. What’s not mentioned in the poem is that daffodils are bullet-proof — nothing will eat them, and they increase prodigiously in just a few years. The number of varieties of Narcissus available today is simply staggering. Reply Theresa Rodriguez May 10, 2020 Thanks for posting this Evan, I enjoyed hearing (and watching) you read very much! Reply Joseph S. Salemi May 10, 2020 In the author’s name in the illustration, the “s” has been left out of “Wordsworth.” Easy to fix. “ Reply Alan May 10, 2020 A classic poem—something worthy to be memorized and performed. Reply Peter Hartley May 10, 2020 A very clear and well-read recitation of what must be the most famous two lines in English poetry, ‘pace’ Shakespeare and his sonnets, although God knows why. But then I can’t say I’ve seen many lonely clouds. Still it was good to hear it properly read by someone with good clear pronunciation who is obviously well-practised and knows how to. Reply Sally Cook May 10, 2020 Dear Evan, This is one of the first poems my mother read to me as a child. I was astounded and pleased to notice that my mother had noticed a beautiful thing I had seen, and was affected by it to the extent that she wanted me to know about it. The daffodils ended by becoming one strand of that bond between mother and child, so appropriate on Mother’s Day. Thanks, everyone involved for this gift. Reply Rod Walford May 10, 2020 I really enjoyed your performance Evan – thank you – and the camera work was excellent I thought – particularly at the end where the daffodils bask in their majesty. Reply David Watt May 11, 2020 I could hear every word clearly Evan, and your pace of reading was suitably unhurried. I’m glad you chose a windy day, as the daffodils danced right on cue. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant May 11, 2020 A beautiful recital of one of my favorite poems and that wonderful glimpse of those jocund daffodils took me straight back to the Lake District of England. Bravo and thank you! Reply Joe Tessitore May 12, 2020 Well done, Evan! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.