According to the calendar, it is officially spring. What better way to usher in this lovely season than with this poem that appears on The Poetry Foundation website . . .
Lines Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sat 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 thought 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?
Source: The Longman Anthology of Poetry (Pearson, 2006)
Enjoy the season . . .
Catherine
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Thursday Thoughts--Welcome Spring was originally published by Catherine for bookclublibrarian.com. This post cannot be republished without express written consent.
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Thursday Thoughts--Welcome Spring was originally published by Catherine for bookclublibrarian.com. This post cannot be republished without express written consent.
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