Lines written in early spring

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[Wordsworth has been one of my favorite poets… Aren’t his words beautiful?]

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thought 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 they made,
It seems 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.

In this belief from be sent,
In such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

– William Wordsworth

3 replies on “Lines written in early spring”

  1. Salamalayik. Wordsworth makes into one of my favourites too. .have you come across ‘Daffodils’ before? try it out>>

    I wandered lonely as a Cloud
    That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

    The waves beside them danced, but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-
    A poet could not but be gay
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:

    For oft when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude,
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the Daffodils.

    — William Wordsworth

    Wordsworth’s poems seem so compatible with the Kashmir context, i gather, as a kashmiri, you would find an instant liking with his poems, eh? :)they tend to blend naturally with you ppl..and i believe Kashmir can be esteemed as The Lake District of Asia.. ? heh.just my personal humble insignificant recognition

    *I’m sorry i’m getting a bit carried away here, but i wish to share this with you; with regards to the Daffodils; peruse over what he says, mashaAllah, the wordings are so appealing:

    Wordsworth made use of the description in his sister’s diary, as well as of his memory of the daffodils in Gowbarrow Park, by Ullswater. Cf. Dorothy Wordsworth’s Journal, April 15, 1802: “I never saw daffodils so beautiful.They grew among the mossy stones . . .; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing.”

    ..and in one of his first important poems, he articulated “that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.”

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