Waiting

waiting, waiting for the rainbow after the storm
waiting, waiting for the dawn after the darkness
waiting, waiting for the new life after the travail

waiting, waiting for the rain drops after the withered
waiting, waiting for the breeze after the white
waiting, waiting for the birds chirping after the silence

waiting, waiting for the dreams to come true
waiting, waiting for the garden to bloom
waiting, waiting for the gorgeous to behold

waiting, everything worth waiting
waiting, waiting for the touch by mercy
waiting, waiting for the glory in life.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

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 dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gaz'd – and gaz'd – but little thought
What wealth the shew 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.

William Wordsworth Poems in Two Volumes: Moods of my Mind 7 (1807)