Saturday, 26 May 2012

Lines and Images


written in early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in the grove I sat reclin'd
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 sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoyes the air it breathes
The birds around me hopped and play'd
Their thoughts I cannot measure: -
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding tiwgs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If I these thoughts may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

The Lines are by William Wordsworth and the images are photographs by me, taken today.


peggy gatto said...

thank you for this lovely beginning to my saturday! The first flower is "Professor Einstein", my favorite daffodil!!!
Have a great weekend!

Linda said...

I like the poem combined with the flower photos. perfect! beautiful photography.

Lenna Young Andrews said...

So beautiful frieda. Thanks ever so much for your gorgeous flowers and the lovely 'lines'!

Linda said...

What a gorgeous poem and equally stunning group of flower photos - wow!!


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