Source: Project Gutenberg #9622
Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/9622
Public domain basis: Lyrical Ballads, 1798 London edition (PG #9622). US public domain.
Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition lyrical-ballads at bytes 71259-72209; checksum 26fcd9082b8cbdaed8e42824bfc65c259aea627f89a35aa6ae0f6cd50bc34245.


# Lines Written in Early Spring

LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.


    I heard a thousand blended notes,
    While in a grove I sate 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 griev’d my heart to think
    What man has made of man.

    Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,
    The periwinkle trail’d its wreathes;
    And ’tis my faith that every flower
    Enjoys the air it breathes.

    The birds around me hopp’d and play’d:
    Their thoughts I cannot measure,
    But the least motion which they made,
    It seem’d 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 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?