My Special Guest tonight is…

William Wordsworth and Lines Written In Early Spring

I’ve put together another collection of poems that I intend to publish over the next couple of weeks. However due to the theme I thought I’d try and lighten the mood slightly while I’m putting the finishing touches to it.

While doing a bit of surfing around the interweb and with the current season in mind, yes it’s raining outside my window too, I came across this little charm.

If I’ve done my homework right this was written in 1789 and simply put is about the comparison between the beauty of nature and the ugliness of man. Kind of like a cup half full, half empty scenario. What I see in it though is hope, hope in that things can be better if you’re willing to try and make it better.


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?

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