My dad passed away a little over a week ago, on March 31. Here’s a link to his obituary.
This is a sad time for me and my family, but we’re also surrounded by many small comforts – among them, that Dad passed on the eve of the season for daffodils and poetry. They were two of his favorite things. There’s no better combination of the two than the poem below, under public domain, which I’m sharing in Dad’s memory. He could recite it from memory.
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.
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