Monday 14 March 2011

Lines Written in Early Spring

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by William Wordsworth (1798)

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasand thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not eason to lament
What man has made of man?

2 comments:

  1. Oh how true! Lovely poem and the pictures it conjures up are so right for this moment when all is beginning to burst forth. Lovely photos too Jeanne.

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  2. Jeanne,
    A double helping of good stuff today. Have read one after the other and enjoyed them both very much. Two Monday poems - a bonus! L x

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