A host of golden daffodils

A bit of an emergency blip. but a very apt one.   We got news on Saturday that our Niece who we had visited last week in the lakes had deteriorated.  Sadly she lost her battle this morning.  That is now two wonderful people, who were much to young to die, gone in two weeks.  Both have young families and will be sadly missed.  Gone but not forgotten, Gab and Seray.
This photograph is of daffodils which make me think of the Lakes and Wordsworth's poem, and they are in a globe vase that Gab and my other colleagues bought me at Christmas filled with flowers.    


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.
Published in Collected Poems, Wordsworth 1815