WRITTEN IN MARCH
by William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
Love your robin photo! Our robins are kinda skinny. From the poem you quoted, I'm getting a faint impression you might be looking forward to spring and summer. Is that possible?
ReplyDeleteOops, I forgot to answer your question. Yes, grandmother's house is, well, not actually ON a golf course, but is just a few yards away. It's the same course on which I intend to go test my skills at batting that stupid little white ball around in just a few minutes!
ReplyDeleteHow'd you know????
Re: Spring and summer, Lowell. Spring, yes. . . summer, depends. Not a fan of "too hot, too soon" conditions. Of course, we have to take it as it comes, right?
ReplyDeleteA lyrical, pastoral feel - so long, rain!
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