Wordsworth why art thou silent

HERE, on our native soil, we bre… The cock that crows, the smoke tha… Of bells; those boys who in yon me… In white—sleeved shirts are playin… Of the waves breaking on the chalk….

And is this—Yarrow? An image that hath perished! O Nightingale! Calm is all nature as a resting wh… The kine are couched upon the dewy… The horse alone, seen dimly as I… Is cropping audibly his later meal… Dark is the ground; a slumber seem…. Take to thy heart a new delight;. Nay, Traveller! This lonely… Far from all human dwelling: what… No sparkling rivulet spread the ve… What if the bee love not these bar… Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the…. MARK the concentred hazels that… Yon old grey Stone, protected fro… Of noontide suns:—and even the bea… And glance, while wantonly the rou… Are seldom free to touch the moss….

Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like this: Like Loading Follow Following. A Poem a Week Join 41 other followers. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. May know! The tone of the last line is desperate. The person's lover,being silent, he is scared their bond might break. And he wants some words from her so he could be rid of the torture he's goin' through. Although he knows he can't bear it. Links Home Links.

Tuesday, February 24, "Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant" - William Wordsworth. Why are thou silent!