fujinon xf


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.

William Wordsworth (1815)


Portree Harbour by Damon Finlay