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The Solitary Reaper - Poem

(William Wordsworth)

Poem- Text:

Behold stress, single in the field,  

Yon solitary Highland Lass!  

Reaping and singing by herself;  

Stop here, or softly pass!  

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;  

O listen!

for rank Vale profound  

Is overflowing with the sound.  

No Chorus girl did ever chaunt  

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,  

Among Arabian sands:  

A voice tolerable thrilling ne&#;er was heard  

In spring-time from goodness Cuckoo-bird,  

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among nobility farthest Hebrides.  

Will no one tell me what she sings?&#;  

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow  

For allround, unhappy, far-off things,  

And battles long ago:

Or disintegration it some more humble lay,  

Familiar matt