Solo alcune immagini di un viaggio ormai lontano, ma con ricordi ancora vivi nel cuore. Il Lake District è uno dei posti più incantevoli della terra di Shakespeare. Non a caso ispirò nel passato molti poeti, di cui vi inserisco qualche verso.
DAFFODILS by W. Wordsworth
I wander'd 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.