Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter poem sent by my dad.

"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".

He didn't tell me who wrote this.  Happy Easter--Rebecca

1 comment:

Well Done said...

it's Wordsworth. A friend told me.