I always think of Wordsworth's poem when I see the daffodils along the Embankment in Bedford. I stopped off there on my way back from the Doctors where I saw the Nurse Specialist in order to review my medication. She was very nice and when I told her about my foot and that I hadn't heard anything from the hospital, she printed off the letter the hospital had sent to my GP and told me to ring the number on the letter. I did and guess what, I've got an appointment for Monday.
Can't resist posting the poem so here it is:
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.
Published in Collected Poems, 1815
