Sunday, March 22, 2015

Poetry Sunday: Lines Written in Early Spring

The changing of the seasons is another occasion for us to reflect upon the meaning of Nature and the place of humans in it. And while we glory in the beauties of early spring, it is also rather appalling to see "what man had made of made." That was obvious even long ago to William Wordsworth. The more things change, the more they remain the same. 


Lines Written in Early Spring

William Wordsworth1770 - 1850
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?

4 comments:

  1. I see the birds and bees, and even flowers also really enjoying being alive and being thankful, I also wish people could want to preserve and foster nature too. Greed has made our world a sad place.

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    1. Indeed. We tend to think of this as a new phenomenon and yet it was evidently a concern to Wordsworth as far back as the 1800s. Will we ever learn?

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