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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 stretch'd 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.



By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

I humbly appraise my mother's worth,

It began with pain to give me birth,

Which triggered off a love so strong,

Blossoming into a life-long bond.



When needed, she was always there,

Someone I realised would always care.

And the older I got the more I knew,

A mother's love sincere and true.



Now as I watch Mum age in years,

I'm happy to help and ease her fears.

Privileged now to play my part,

As she did for me from the very start.

With all the hardships and pain

laughs, long talks

sometimes we drive each other insane

but when it comes to loving you

I do

no one could ever compare

because no one is as support, caring, and true

with all my heart

I love you more and more

from start to end to end from start

our loves grows

with every breath we take

you are my love my hear my soul

no matter what the price

or risks I must take

or even what I have to sacrifice

you are my best friend

my only one

I will be here with you until the end.

Death Rock Me Asleep a poem

by Anne Boleyn









O DEATH, ROCK ME ASLEEP



Anne Boleyn



Death, rock me asleep,

Bring me to quiet rest,

Let pass my weary guiltless ghost

Out of my careful breast.

Toll on, thou passing bell;

Ring out my doleful knell;

Let thy sound my death tell.

Death doth draw nigh;

There is no remedy.



My pains who can express?

Alas, they are so strong;

My dolour will not suffer strength

My life for to prolong.

Toll on, thou passing bell;

Ring out my doleful knell;

Let thy sound my death tell.

Death doth draw nigh;

There is no remedy.



Alone in prison strong

I wait my destiny.

Woe worth this cruel hap that I

Should taste this misery!

Toll on, thou passing bell;

Ring out my doleful knell;

Let thy sound my death tell.

Death doth draw nigh;

There is no remedy.



Farewell, my pleasures past,

Welcome, my present pain!

I feel my torments so increase

That life cannot remain.

Cease now, thou passing bell;

Rung is my doleful knell;

For the sound my death doth tell.

Death doth draw nigh;

There is no remedy.