William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) is one of the most famous English poets of all time. Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge worked together on Lyrical Ballads and produced a volume of poems that is said to have begun the Era of Romanticism in English literature. Wordsworth also composed The Prelude, published posthumously, an epic autobiographical poem which is considered to be his greatest work.
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‘tl‘iere was pleaaure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to larnent
What man has made of man?
What is the mood of the persona when he sits in the grove?
What does he believe about the flowers?
What thought saddened his heart?
What was Nature's holy plan?
What message is the persona trying to convey?
I head a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In what sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.