Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth
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 grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed 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 this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Until next time,
∼Jen
Birds, Blooms and all things Beautiful 
Jen this is absolutely beautiful! 💕
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Thank you Lisa, love that poem!
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Beautiful
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Loveliness surrounds you!
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A beautiful spring poem with lovely photos accompanying Jen. We loved the day in Grasmere where Wordsworth’s grave is. I can understand how he loved nature and the spiritual connection it gave him. We loved walking through this town and exploring its beauty.
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How wonderful that you were able to go there!
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beautiful-what foresight this poet had and I declare he wrote as beautiful a verse as has ever been. Wordsworth is a favorite of mine-thank you. love Michele
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Yes, such beautiful words! Hugs!
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Such a beautiful poem with lovely pictures!
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Wishing you and yours a blessed Easter, Jen. ❤
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Thank you Anna, I hope yours was beautiful as well. Miss you, and everyone!
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