Lines Written in Early Spring

Posted on February 22, 2014 Updated on February 22, 2014

Lines Written in Early Spring

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 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 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?

– William Wordsworth

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