Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Solitary Reaper

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.

-William Wordsworth

9 comments:

kirsten said...

mmm ... i love this poem. this is so fitting for you & speaks so well to this new territory you find yourself in.

and OH MY GOSH ... WELCOME BACK TO BLOGLAND!!!

i've missed you so much and have often wondered how you & sir laughsalot were, where you were, and so on.

it's so good to "see" you again, friend. i look forward to catching up.

:..Rebekah..: said...

Yay! So glad you're back. I missed you!

L.L. Barkat said...

Hey there. So nice to hear your voice, even if it's reading Wordsworth. What a sorrowful, yet strong poem.

Christianne said...

Ahhhhhh . . . so good to see you here again. I've missed you, Blue!

Granny Sue said...

Well, here you are! I'm glad to see you're posting again. I missed you.

Moi said...

Like every single "fan" of yours :), I have missed you beyond words, Blue.

Please don't go away again.....cant say for others but my virtual world is not the same without you around......:(

i remember the beautiful poem from my school days.......even as a little girl, i loved the poem...though it makes ore sense now......I remember very well that I first learned the word "melancholy" from this poem.......

photowannabe said...

Welcome back Blue. I have missed you SOooo Much and kept checking back every few days. And here you are...Yea!! Hope all is well and I appreciate this poem too. As Moi says its a melancholy piece that's lovely.
Sue

Anna said...

Glad to see you're posting again!

Anil P said...

Sing she will, for the mountains beckon, and never a moment will pass that has no meaning whatsoever, for time, like life will account for all the moments even as it will lay a fresh slate.