Bald Worm Shares a Poem a Day: The Solitary Reaper

Falcons Girls love poetry! This week we've been enjoying the poems of William Wordsworth. Here's today's poem:

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 listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill, 30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

Bald Worm Shares A Poem A Day: The World Is Too Much With Us

Falcons Girls love poetry; William Wordsworth loved nature. The third poem in William Wordsworth week is 'The World is Too Much With Us'

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Bald Worm Shares a Poem a Day: My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold

Falcons Girls love poetry - and William Wordsworth loved nature. Listen to his prayer, My heart leaps up when I behold

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.

Bald Worm Shares a Poem a Day:

Falcons Girls love poetry! Our poem today is about London - Upon Westminster Bridge
by William Wordsworth

EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!