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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big question????
From guest Sonam Wangmo (contact)
this poem is a big question on modern day human state...."what man has made of man"...a question which every one of us is liable to answer... -
prophet be the poet
Wordsworth remarks on man, are timeless. Even moreso today, his lament is pure commentary of the world's state of mind.... -
He was a great poet of nature.I simply luv his poetry.The idea he portrays of nature in his poetry is awesome.Being an ardent luver of nature i usually read his poems.His poems fascinate me alot.
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Nature like only Wordsworth can describe it and yet in all that spendour he reflects upon the follies of man. To read Wordsworts descriptions of nature is to revel and rejoice in nature oneself,
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
truely his soul was linked with nature.
yes the sad refrain adds a philosophical sombre note to the poem
What has man made of man.
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