The Solitary Reaper – CBSE English Poem Class 9
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The Solitary Reaper – William Wordsworth
THE SOLITARY REAPER
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland lass,
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travelers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.Will no one tell me what she sings?
–Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago:Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,that has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending;I saw her singing at her work,And o’er the sickle bending;–I listened, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore