William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Lines Written In Early Spring - Poem by William Wordsworth

I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate 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?


Comments about Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth

  • Rookie Asif Kawa (5/4/2011 8:52:00 AM)

    'Oh Wordsworth, what we recieve and what we give, alone in our lives does nature live.'really we r responsible for the disturbance of nature. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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