Lines Written in Early Spring

Source

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?