Thursday, March 1, 2012

Lines written in March

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!

I studied for one year in St. Patrick's School, Asansol. The above poem by William Wordsworth
is from my second standard reader.

What simple language. What a lovely poem! I am sure it would bring fond memories to many
of you.

Have a nice day! And if you need an air-conditioner, you may mail me!!

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