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Spring

September 11, 2009

Lines Written in Early Spring William Wordsworth (1798)
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant 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 reason to lament
What man has made of man?

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 17, 2009 10:18 AM

    What a lovely poem to usher in Spring! I’m so relieved to see the start of Spring after Winter! 🙂

    • spiceandmore permalink*
      September 18, 2009 2:11 PM

      Yes me too – although it almost feels like summer already with all the hot sunny days we have been having in Sydney…beach weather!

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