Whenever he lies on his bed in a vacant or thoughtful mood, the daffodils flash upon his inner-eye, i.e., his imagination. He clarifies why the sight of the flowers was so important in his life. Advertisements Stanza 4īy starting this stanza with ‘For’, the poet continues his reasoning for saying that the flowers had brought him ‘wealth’. So he gazed at them for a long time, forgetting his surroundings.Īt that time, he did not think much about the ‘wealth’ that the flowers had brought to him. The poet realized that later, may be, after a few days. This ‘wealth’ is the happiness and the pleasant memory that he enjoyed for a long time since the day. The word ‘gazed’ is used twice to indicate how moved or charmed the poet was. So he was gazing constantly at the flowers and enjoying their beauty. Having such cheerful companion like the daffodils, a poet like Wordsworth cannot help being happy. But the flowers outshone the lively waves in their happiness. The waves in the bay were dancing and looking gleeful at the atmosphere. All these references of dancing and tossing heads are parts of his personification of the flowers. So, he found everything around him joyful. Actually the poet was amazed at the beauty of the flowers. The poet also says that the daffodils were tossing their heads as if they were dancing in happiness. This type of exaggeration is called hyperbole (exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally). That indicates that the poet has never seen so many daffodils at once. Wordsworth exaggerates the number of flowers by saying “Ten thousand saw I at a glance”. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth || Hamandista Academy Here ‘continuous’ and ‘never-ending’ may also suggest that the flowers left an everlasting impact on him. That is why he uses the phrase “never-ending line”. The flowers were visible as far as the poet could see along the shore-line of a bay. This comparison with the stars may have a greater implication in indicating that the flowers are heavenly as the stars. Moreover, the daffodils were shining (as they were golden in colour) and twinkling (as they were fluttering in the breeze) as the stars. They stretched in a continuous line just like the stars in a galaxy like the Milky Way. So we get an overall idea of the landscape which includes the valleys and hills, the lake, the trees, the flowers beneath them and the breezy atmosphere. There is also an indication that it was a breezy day. In the last line, the poet personifies the flowers by saying that they were fluttering (like birds or butterflies) and dancing (like human beings). He also uses the expressions like ‘crowd’ and ‘host’ to mean that he saw a large area covered with a whole lot of daffodils. This is an example of simile (Simile is a figure of speech where two things are compared using ‘as’ or ‘like’. The poet directly compares himself to a cloud, as he was wandering without aim, just like the clouds. The flowers were ‘fluttering and dancing’ in the breeze. At that time, suddenly he came across a large number of golden daffodils beside the lake and under the trees. The poet was travelling aimlessly just like a cloud over the hills and valleys of the mountainous Lake District in England. That floats on high o’er vales and hills,įluttering and dancing in the breeze. Now we are in for a line-by line analysis of the poem that begins here. Later in his life, when in vacant or pensive mood, the poet felt pleasure with the memory of those flowers flashing upon his “inward eye”.Charmed the the daffodils, he gazed at them for long. The poet was overjoyed at the lovely sight of the flowers which seemed to be “tossing their heads” and “dancing” in the mild breeze.The poet was wandering lonely over the valleys and the hills when suddenly he came across a lot of daffodil flowers beside a lake.Sometimes the greatest gifts are simply profound. I read the poem over and over as she laid silent with a huge smile - and then she died. I read the entire thing and she didn't speak again. I printed the whole poem and the next morning (April 1,2009) she was still repeating. I went home to google the words I had captured and to my amazement, my Nana was not becoming a savant, she was remembering. So I (frantically writing) tried to grasp these wonderful words as they trickled out. AND, after hours of stumbling over and over the first and then second stanza, it appeared (to me) that she was 'creating' and I thought she was having a moment of genius. She was completely immersed in a patient, persistent, struggle with the words - which was not a simple task when actively dying, at 98. I had spent a lot of time with her over my life and had never heard them before. Normally sharp as a tack, today she was like a broken record with no awareness of anybody else or anything, just these words. My Nana was repeating words over and over the day before she passed away.
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