The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
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Hi! This poem deals about the fantastic nature we live in. The spring is coming up and everybody is happy. By reading this poem,I'm happy too!
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This is a wonderful format to emulate; the trailing rhymes have a meter all their own. -Darmok
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Oh I have loved this one as a child, it so well described the scene i would look out to from my bedroom as a child, I thought I had the inspiration right outside why could I not write a poem like that. The charm it held in childhood still holds and it evokes those memories right back.
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very nice
This is very nice sensation of the music of nature.
This one my be considered as the signature of w wourdsworth
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