The River: Dances with daffodils

Monday, April 30, 2012

And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with daffodils.

William Wordsworth

The River Bank

The Mole never heard a word he was saying. Absorbed in the new life he was entering upon, intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scents and the sounds and the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed long waking dreams. Mole said " You must think me very rude; but all this is so new to me. So -this - is - a River!" "The River, " corrected the Rat. "And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!" "By it and with it and on it and in it," said the Rat.

The Wind in the Willows
By Kenneth Grahame

About The River

Monday, April 30, 2012

Dances with daffodils

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