At The Request Of My Students While Teaching Wordsworth's Daffodils
You asked me
To write for you- for all of you
Something joyous as dancing Daffodils....!
When I'm abed or all at rest
My eyelids closed
I see a crowd over my inward screen,
Though not 'ten thousands at a glance'
But in counted numbers-
A crowd of my sweet students-
With golden glitters
On your foreheads-
A sign of glory- far more a beauty
Than of dancing Daffodils;
So many daffodils bloom
As I see in your innocence-
More blither I feel than Daffodils' joyance.
That wait for Spring
To get that Glory that's momentary.
But you make by your own
So many Springs daily.
So many daffodils bloom within my bosom
When I see- Upto the far-fetched horizon of Futurity.
Then nothing I see but this golden blossom
The more golden blossom to glow forever
Than these sprinkled flowers-
These short-existing Daffodils.
Composed on 26 Feb 2009
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