Golden Daffodils: rewarded by VisitEngland

Field of golden daffodils, by Jeanello

I can’t avoid smiling while I write these lines. VisitEngland has just rewarded the winner of the “England in Spring” Mission on Foap. The mission brought warmness and colors to each one of us around the world, who could enjoy many beautiful images submitted by our dear Foapers in England.

I guess it brought specially good news to Foaper Jeanello, the author of the wonderful photo above, rewarded by VisitEngland with a £ 300 voucher at Harrods. Jeanello really captured in a photo what the poet captured in words, as I had posted previously. Her fabulous field of golden daffodils has actually been inspiration to a classic of the English romantic poetry: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, also commonly known as Daffodils, by William Wordsworth. I would like to finish these lines congratulating Jeanello and thanking everyone who participated in the mission. Many thanks also to the wonderful team at VisitEngland for making this possible and for welcoming Foapers to collaborate with their images to your image library.

Now, If you would also like to have a smile on your face, then I strongly recommend you to take a walk through the field above whispering the words below (in the meanwhile I’ll be booking a flight to England 😉 )

 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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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