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Response to Wordsworth - by The Daffodils
By Ruan Mills Burke
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Last edited: Friday, August 12, 2011
Posted: Friday, August 12, 2011

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A poem by William Bealby-Wright
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We wondered - nay, we said out loud
'Oh happy, happy daffodils!'
Alas but we had not allowed
For him who haunts these gloomy hills
His muffler flapping in the breeze
Muttering and stumbling through the trees

Lugubrious as the sheep that pine

And sulk behind each boulder damp

He stands disconsolate for a time

Underneath his dripping gamp

While all about the raindrops fall

We wish to god he would not call

We wish to hell he'd wander on

We've never been so sorely tried

A daffodil thus gazed upon

Might well consider suicide

He stares and stares, 'How rude!' we sing

'What blank despair to us you bring'

For oft, as in this bog we lie

In vacant or in pensive mood

He'll loom upon that inward eye

Which is the curse of solitude

And then our hearts of pleasure drain

To see that dreary bard again.

by William Bealby-Wright

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