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THE SOLITARY REAPER, is one of my
f a v o u r i t e poems. The innumerable times that I have read and will read will not lessen the affinity I have for this poem. Usually I do not prefer sad stories or poems but this masterpiece caught my fancy when I was in my 6th Std and my English teacher, Joseph Sir explained it to us. Read on :
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.
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
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Thanks for the memories. Wordsworth love for nature is so apparent in his other works. My personal favorite in school was Daffodils. Later I studied so many of his works during my MA and grew to appreciate him more and more.
ReplyDeleteWordsworth and Nature are synonymous. Yes I loved the poem 'Daffodils' too. 'Lord Ullin's daughter', 'Lochinvar', 'Prognosis', and Sarojini Naidu's 'Where mind is without fear' etc are some of them which I still remember.
DeleteHey that happens to be my favorite poems of all times too...I remember memorizing it for one of the poetry recitation competition in school and I had won the first prize...
ReplyDeleteThanks for bringing back those memories :)
You must have recited it really well to win aprize. This poem is so beautiful inspite of it being sad.
DeleteThanks for sharing! I so liked this picture! Can I paint this? Well, I'm expecting too much I guess :)
ReplyDeleteI remember studying this in school.. I need to read poems...it's been long now..
ReplyDeleteI miss school Kalpana. Thank you for this.. :)
lovely poem.. remembering reading poems in school.. but don't really recollect them now :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem... thanks so much for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLovely! I remember reading Wordsworth's poems in school :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for bringing back such lovely memories! :
I had this one in course too!! And as for my favourite poem it has to be when my light was spent by John Milton. I absolutely love it <3 <3
ReplyDeleteRicha