Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Solitary Reaper

Here comes another favorite poem of mine...

The Solitary Reaper
William WordsWorth

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.


At 7:33 PM, Blogger Ajay said...

good poem...and its by Wordsworth...sorry am very picky!!

At 3:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It was my english recitation favorit.Chanced upon ur blog while surfing many others.Great work!!!

At 12:44 PM, Blogger Sreeram said...

Thanks AJ... correction noted and applied!


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