ghizela rowe - lines written in early spring by william wordsworth كلمات أغنية

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 thеy made
it seemed a thrill of pleasurе

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?

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