My Heart Leaps Up (William Wordsworth)

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Time for some of my favourite poems over the next few days from one of my favourite poets.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

– William Wordsworth



Lines Written in Early Spring

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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?

– William Wordsworth