Sunday, April 18, 2010

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 rain;
in much it grieved my heart to think
what man has made of man?

- william wordsworth

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