Lines Written in Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat 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 it was my own voice that cheered The flowers beside the leaves.

And so I am, in the fair that makes us brave, Remembering Nature’s power—and I Shall dwell within these woods, by meek and grave, Forever to the stars and sky.

• William Wordsworth