Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sat 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?

Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth (1798)


  1. BEAUTIFUL!!! great pics, and layout and header too! Have a fab. night! JGG

  2. Wordsworth...a fine poet
    Loved the photos and pacing of them
    But I am a bit envious that you have blossoms now..I can smell them
    soon maybe soon for me