Em Inglaterra encontram-se por toda a parte, enchem os campos com a sua leveza e cor dourada. São flores singelas, muito belas, que mereceram da parte dos poetas ingleses grande enlevo.
Vão aqui uma foto tirada há dias no Hyde Park de Leeds e um dos poemas mais conhecidos de William Wordsworth, o poeta romântico do Lake District. Quem o recita é um dos meus actores ingleses favoritos, Jeremy Irons
"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
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