Out Like a Lamb

Today's Friday photo from a random bouquet of spring flowers.  Though it doesn't contain a daffodil, I thought Wordsworth a nice accompaniment.

Spring Bouquet, 2010

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.

- last stanza from "Daffodils" by Williams Wordsworth 

courtesy of Poemhunter.com