How has the poet presented the beauty of nature in the poem “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth? What is the poet’s reaction to such beauty of nature?
Presentation of Nature’s beauty:
In the poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud” or “Daffodils”, William Wordsworth has presented the beauty of nature at its best. The poem begins with the speaker comparing himself to a cloud that floats high over valleys and hills. Then he goes on to describe the beautiful scene he came across while wandering about the hilly regions of the Lake district in England.
The poet saw a host of golden daffodil flowers along the margin of a bay. It was so charming a scene that the flowers seemed to be fluttering and dancing in happiness in the breeze. The flowers were stretched in a never-ending line just like the stars in a galaxy.
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
The poet has artistically presented a beautiful landscape where there was everything from the daffodils to the waves in the lake, the trees, and the breeze. Moreover, the comparisons to the clouds and the stars in the Milky Way made it more perfect. All in all, there couldn’t have been a better presentation of Nature’s beauty.
What is the poet’s reaction to such beauty of nature?
The poet was very much moved by the beautiful scene he came across. He was staring at the daffodils in awe for quite a long time and even after leaving the place, the flowers left an ever-lasting impression upon his mind. The poet’s reaction to such beauty of nature is reflected throughout the poem —
- He was so happy at the sight of the daffodils that they seemed to him to be dancing in joy.
- Besides personifying the flowers, he even went on to compare the flowers’ joy with that of the waves beside them.
- The poet was so overwhelmed that he exaggerated the scene by saying “Ten thousand saw I at a glance“.
- The poet also repeats the word ‘gazed’ to indicate what charming impact the flowers left upon him — “I gazed and gazed but little thought”.
- Wordsworth even says that the flowers “flash upon that inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude“.