Cayuga-on-the-Grand

Photos:  March 25, 2012




William Wordsworth, English poet, founder of the Romantic movement, may be best known for his poem, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.

His work often reflected his love of nature.  The following ~ one of my favourites.

 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 prayed,

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?

~ Wm. Wordsworth, British poet (b. April 7, 1770 - d. April 23, 1850)