Saturday, February 24, 2018

And Dances With the DAFFODILS

For a sweet gal who has a March Birthday---these white embossed on vellum and painted daffodils come from a set of flowers that is more than 10 years old.  I no longer know the manufacturer of these clear stamps.  They are coming through an oval stitched mats dieset by Lil Inker.  The woven mat is from a really beautiful set of  "woven" embossing folders by  We R. Memory Keepers run on Wisteria Wonder (SU) paper.  The Silver Happy  Birthday sentiment is as sticker from Pop Ups Etc. and the lavender gingham ribbon is from my stash.

By William Wordsworth

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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