Lyrical Ballads (1800)/Volume 1/Lines (3)

For works with similar titles, see Lines and Lines (Wordsworth).
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LINES


Written in early Spring.





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 griev'd my heart to think
What man has made of man.


Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.


The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd 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 I these thoughts may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?