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


kirsten said...

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


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.

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.