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
travellers 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, for-off things,
And
battles long ago:
Or is
it some more humble lay,
Familiar
matter of today?
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.
WILLIAM
WORDSWORTH (1770 – 1850), born at Cockermouth, was educated at Hawkshead and
Cambridge. As a young man he undertook a walking tour of France and Italy and
was deeply influenced by the ideals of the French Revolution. Later, Wordsworth
published Lyrical Ballads in
collaboration with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, with which began the Romantic
Revival in English poetry. Wordsworth is not only initiator but also a leading
poet of the movement. He was known as a poet of nature and of man.
THE
SOLITARY REAPER is a thoughtful poem on man (human being) and nature. The poet
wandering in the hills and valleys of the Scottish Highlands once saw a lovely
peasant girl reaping and singing in the field. The sight was pleasing and the
sad song appeared enchanting and more moving than the songs of nightingales and
cuckoos. The poet tried to get at the meaning of the song which he did not
understand: it might be about things long past like battles or some unhappy
events; it might be about some matter of common sorrow that had happened and
might happen again. The sight and the song have made a deep impression on his
mind and will stay in his memory for long.
behold: look
yon: (yonder), there at farthest distance
highland: the Scottish highlands
lass: girl
strain: a sad note of song
weary: very tired
shady haunt: cool shelter / Oasis
vale: valley
Hebrides: a group of islands off the west coast of Scotland. The
islands are popular with tourists in the summer
plaintive: sounding sad, esp. in a weak complaining way
Summary
of the poem
In
the year 1803 William Wordsworth toured Scotland with Dorothy Wordsworth and
his close friend Samuel Taylor Coleridge as his companions. The sight of
reapers in the harvest fields reminded Wordsworth of a sentence in a book by
one of his friends: ‘passed a female, who was reaping alone: she sang in Erse
as she bent over sickle: the sweetest human voices I ever heard; her strains
were tenderly melancholy, and felt delicious long after they were heard mo
more’. The poem was thus inspired partly by his own experience and partly by
that of his friend. The subject of the poem is familiar scene from rustic life.
In order to relate an incident from common life the poet has made use of a
language which is used by common people in their everyday life. By doing this,
Wordsworth has fulfilled the promise made in the preface to the Lyrical Ballads
which is the manifesto of the Romantic Movement.
Once, Wordsworth saw a young girl
reaping and singing all alone in a field. The echo of her sweet song was about
a battle fought long ago. The song of the solitary reaper was no doubt as sweet
as the song of a nightingale which sang from an Oasis in the Arabian Desert. It
was certainly more thrilling than the song sung by a cuckoo in the Hebrides.
The poet wondered at the subject of her song. Perhaps the subject of the song
was a battle fought long ago. Or perhaps she was singing about a humble subject
like the sufferings of ordinary people. Whatever might be the subject; the song
was spontaneous and seemed to have no end. It impressed the poet so much that
he felt thrilled for quite some time. In other words it was an unforgettable
experience.
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