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?
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It was nearly 70 degrees on Wednesday, which is wild for mid-February! And I had a very nice day -- I got chores out of the way in the morning, talked to my high school friends at lunchtime, went out to the post office (because I sold my complete paperback set of Patrick O'Brian books, since I own them in hardcover now) and Home Depot (for a new attic cover), then took a nice long walk in the park with its crocuses, snowdrops, and redbud beginning to open!
We ate our leftover Thai food from Valentine's Day and brownies from the Super Bowl before I watched Born of Hope, the excellent fan-made movie about Aragorn's parents, on YouTube with Kristen. Then Paul and I put on Rosaline because we knew it was leaving Disney+ at midnight, and that was very enjoyable -- a rewriting of Romeo and Juliet with modern humor and the ending it deserves! Flowers from Green Spring Gardens last weekend:
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