Lines Written In Early Spring

Lines Written In Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring the 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 sweet 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 that 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 natures holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man? William Wordsworth (1770-1850)