William Wordsworth (1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

My Nana was repeating words over and over the day before she passed away. Normally sharp as a tack, today she was like a broken record with no awareness of anybody else or anything, just these words. I had spent a lot of time with her over my life and had never heard them before. She was completely immersed in a patient, persistent, struggle with the words - which was not a simple task when actively dying, at 98. AND, after hours of stumbling over and over the first and then second stanza, it appeared (to me) that she was 'creating' and I thought she was having a moment of genius. So I (frantically writing) tried to grasp these wonderful words as they trickled out. I went home to google the words I had captured and to my amazement, my Nana was not becoming a savant, she was remembering. I printed the whole poem and the next morning (April 1,2009) she was still repeating. I began to read and she became silent. I read the entire thing and she didn't speak again. I read the poem over and over as she laid silent with a huge smile - and then she died. Sometimes the greatest gifts are simply profound.

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
_Like Wordsworth, I am delighted too. The poem entranced me just like the daffodils entranced Wordsworth.

My ever time favorite!

master peace of all the time...

once born is we grow ole to die in the eyes of those who passersby.....once born is death so Parallel....worth poem!

This poem has a lot of feels
i crai'd all naight longe: c

This poem has a lot of feels
i crai'd all naight longe: c

I know this is just what everyone else is saying... But... I love this poem. [3

Ohhhh! ! ! ! ! ! my fav poem. i jst luv this poem n i lso lyk dis poet a lot

this poem reminds me that how fast is my life going........ this is a really heart touching poem