Wednesday, April 22, 2009

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

William Wordsworth( 1770-1850) who lived before 270 yrs is still remembered for his works on literature. He was a contemporary of my 7 generation forefather(approx) and I always wish that my ancestors had something written . This signifies that writing is very important for all of us.


  1. I always found it ridiculous that our teachers made us remember the whole poem by heart. What was the point of memorizing it when we didn't really understand it back then.

  2. so haven't u returned from meeting wordsworth, arati? :) khai ta recent posts? looking for updates!