Daffodils: 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.

Summary: In this poem, ‘Daffodils,’ the poet William Wordsworth describes about the beauty of nature. Once, alone, he was wandering beside a lake. That time a cloud was floating in the sky over valleys and hills. Suddenly he saw a field of golden daffodils beside the lake under the trees. The airy breeze made them wave and dance. They stretch all along the shore till the stars shine and twinkle on the milky way. Though the waves of the lake danced beside the daffodils, the daffodils beat the waves in delight. In this situation, the poet became happy with a joyful company of daffodils. He stared and stared but did not understand the value of the scene. But now when is bored or melancholy, he often thinks of them. The memory of their beauty fills his heart with pleasure.

A Night in June: William Wordsworth

The sun has long been set,

The stars are out by twos and threes,

The little birds are piping yet

Among the bushes and trees;

There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,

And a far-off wind that rushes,

And a sound of water that gushes,

And the cuckoo's sovereign cry

Fills all the hollow of the sky.

Summary: In this poem, 'A Night in June,' the poet William Wordsworth describes about the beautiful night of summer in London. In June, the sun took long time to set. That time two or three stars are coming out, little birds are chirping among the bushes and trees. One or two song birds and a cuckoo are singing. A far-off blowing wind and flowing water make sound. All the spaces of the sky fill up by these beautiful things. 

The Kitten At Play: William Wordsworth

See the kitten on the wall,

Sporting with the leaves that fall,

Withered leaves, one, two, and three

Falling from the elder-tree,

Through the calm and frosty air

Of the morning bright and fair.

See the kitten, how she starts,

Crouches, stretches, paws and darts;

With a tiger-leap half way

Now she meets her coming prey.

Lets it go as fast and then

Has it in her power again.

Now she works with three and four,

Like an Indian conjuror;

Quick as he in feats of art;

Gracefully she plays her part;

Yet were gazing thousands there,

What would little Tabby care?

Summary: In this poem, ‘The Kitten at Play,’ the poet William Wordsworth describes about the kitten which is taking preparation to prey. The poet calls us to see the activities of the kitten before prey. The kitten was playing on the wall with the falling leaves. In the bright and fair morning, these leaves fall from the elder tree. The kitten bend down, stretch and goes half-way with a tiger–leap. When she comes near to her prey, she runs fast and jump on her prey. She elegantly plays her part like an Indian magician. She does not care anyone, though thousands were gazing there.

The Rainbow: William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

Summary: In this poem, 'The Rainbow,' the poet William Wordsworth describes about the appearance of the rainbow and expresses his desire to pass his days with the great respect for nature. The poet’s heart becomes full of pleasure when he looks at the rainbow. The appearance of the rainbow always remains unchanged. When the poet was born, the rainbow was there. It remains there, when he is young. It will be there, when will grow old or when he will die. Like the rainbow, our life is connected with our past, present and future. Today's child will be tomorrow's father. So, he wants goodness every day.