Solitary Reaper

The ballad "The Solitary Reaper" written by an English romantic poet, William Wordsworth, is one of the best known works in English literature. The theme of the poem is focused on the tone, expressive beauty and the blissful mood. The poet has identified the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling at the heart of poetry. If you are planning to recite a poem to your beloved this Valentine's Day, this could be one of the best poems you can narrate to her. Go ahead by learning the lyrics of this poem and recite the poem to gift one of the most beautiful and romantic gifts to your beloved to be cherished for life.

Solitary Reaper
- 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 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,
Long after it was heard no more.