Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
A wonderful sonnet from the lover of Nature, Wordsworth to read!
A great poem from the great poet whose works are so much interested.
Calmness can be got only in loneliness in Nature! Horse and himself are well compared to say about the way to experience calmness in Nature!
William wordsworth....king of poets. The words are very worthy and natural. He loves nature and its creativity. Our worthy tributes to our poet always.
this is an amzing poem i think the writer should get this published by the way i work fo teh sun
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory ............. great expression 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wordsworth was grieving a tragic loss, and here descibes how he finds a moment of solace at the end of the day, just at twilight. In this blankness he forgets and finds relief. Today, with so much artificial noise and electric lighting, i do not believe this situation would prove helpful for him. I wonder how a contemporary poet would express a moment in the day when he might find a little peace from the nagging loss of one dear to him?