Friday, May 31, 2013

Poetry Friday: Lines Written in Early Spring

Atticus got to pick the poem for today:

Lines Written in Early Spring

  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 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?


The Poetry Friday round up is at Teaching Young Writers


sarah said...

I'm such a lit geek, I see Wordsworth in the same light as rock stars. I don't necessarily *enjoy* his poetry myself, but man is he all kinds of awesome.

Karen Edmisten said...

Sarah, I would see you as a Wordsworth girl all the way. Have you read Surprised by Joy, a poem written after one of his children died? Achingly beautiful.

Betsy H said...

Such a story here. I can picture myself reclined and peaceful but reflective on some of the same things. Great poem

Bridget Magee said...

Atticus picked a winner! Love Wordsworth! Thanks for sharing this poem. =)