William Wordsworth, beautifully and delicately, describes the tranquil soul of Nature in Daffodils and the feelings elicited, which is one of his most beautiful poems that reverently makes him a Poet of Nature.
The poem describes the liberty of the daffodils dancing and swaying in the breeze, a sight to behold for wanderer thirsting for refreshment. He attributes Nature’s simple but delicate beauty of Daffodils to a marvel to behold.
When his gaze lands on the sea of Daffodils, he feels a fervent joy fill the crevices of his soul and such a sensation feels like a world of wealth to him, that no amount of money can ever seek to do the same.
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.
He compares the daffodils to the infinite Milky-Way that holds star-gazers spellbound. He reveres Nature’s art of holding the viewer’s gaze to the dance of the Daffodils.
Daffodils, to him are a message from nature to man, in the sense that they whisper to us, to take in simple pleasures, to meditate on its beauty and to cherish what it offers so freely.
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.
He implies, that Nature’s creations may eventually die out, be lost and never seen again, but the memory of what the eye sees, the feelings evoked are never forgotten. And that is the very core of a spiritual being that is there with us forever. He regards Nature as the very being that will kindle the feelings wrought upon us with the very memory, and memories live with us forever.