“THE SOLITARY REAPER ” (POEM) — WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
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 profoundIs overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chantMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so … Read more