William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Written In Early Spring - Poem by William Wordsworth

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 sweet 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 Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth

  • Rookie Ziesha Paul (7/24/2008 12:29:00 AM)

    dis poem really makes me feel like spring in summer. the phrases like budding twigs, breezy air, holy plan connect to u spiritually. i love william wordsworth and his poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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