The Solitary Reaper - William Wordsworth poem reading | Jordan Harling Reads

Poetry reading of The Solitary Reaper (1807) by William Wordsworth.
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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 chant
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, far-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.

The Solitary Reaper - written by William Wordsworth
Narrated by Jordan Harling

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Author image:

Benjamin Haydon [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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[JordanHarlingReads]

What songs make you feel the way Wordsworth does in this poem?

[SuperSiddharth]

This poem is beautiful and you did a great job at narration.
I had an opportunity to hear this poem and appreciate it in my high school. Aah, the cool breeze, a literature class would bring after a heavy duty math class. No chatgpt can replace original poems.

[VisSaklegend]

"Wings of Poesy" 9th standard ♥

[mdshafiulazamacamentorofifrsia]

The poem is in my heart I bore it will last long after I will be no more

[navaneethangopalakrishnan]

This song recollects my mother's melancholy song sung in my uncle's memory.
It also resembles the song penned by director Mari Selvaraj in the following lines
Pathavathy Nan pathavathy in the film vazzhai

[a.victorraja.victorrj]

இந்தப் பாட்டு என் மனதில் என்றும் ஒலித்துக் கொண்டிருக்கிறது

[Muhamme]

Edh Nan kalolsavam pattunu first kittan prarthikkanam

[BhaskarBhattacharya-ljgn]

Recitation isn't done from the core of the heart. As if the recital is very shallow.