This gentle scene greeted me during a walk around Ullswater in the Lake District. This lake is not as famous as Windermere and therefore less spoilt by the ceaseless tread of tourists. Here remains an essence of the same tranquility that inspired Wordsworth to write the poem ‘Daffodils’.
The last stanza of the poem most speaks to me, showing that the true worth of exposing oneself to beauty is not merely the immediate effect, but the lasting joy that continues to bring peace to the soul long after the vision has disappeared from our eye. It remains with us to be called upon in our darker hours.
“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.”
Excerpt from ‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth (1804)