A Dance With Daffodils With Solitude's Symphony Poem by Mervyn Graham

As I strolled in solitude, as if on a cloud adrift,
Above the valleys, o'er each hill's uplift,
When lo! a sight did make my spirit thrill,
A multitude of daffodils, golden, not still,
Beside the lake, 'neath verdant trees,
Fluttering and swaying in the gentle breeze.

As if numerous as stars that twinkle bright,
Upon the Milky Way's celestial flight,
They stretched along the bay's fair edge,
A myriad blooms, no boundary, no hedge,
Ten thousand, more, all in one swift glance,
Tossing their heads in joyous dance.

The waves nearby, they danced their part,
But daffodils outshone with glee, with their dancing art,
In a poet's heart, it could not but rejoice,
In such a merry and melodious voice,
As I gazed, entranced, yet little knew,
The wealth this vision would bestow anew.

For oft, when I recline, when I lie,
In a pensive mood or with a vacant eye,
They come to me, such a vivid sight,
Within, where solitude takes flight,
And fills my heart with boundless thrills,
Dancing along with those daffodils.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)