Friday, May 14, 2010

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?

5 comments:

  1. Thought provoking.

    I like:
    In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
    Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

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  2. Ah, my sis who recently migrated to Deatle tells me Spring is defintely in the air, amkes her happy as she's not fond of wet and cold weather.
    E
    xx

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  3. Denise I like those lines too - isn't it true that often times when you're thinking quiet pleasant thoughts, a little bit of sadness creeps in around the edges?

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  4. thanks for the poetry--forced me to stop and think. lovely!

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