The Solitary Reaper By William Wordsworth - Summary
This poem is written by William Wordsworth, the leader of the Romantic Movement launched with S.T Coleridge with their Lyrical Ballads in 1798 in Britain. Through this poem, readers come to know about Wordsworth’s love for nature and its entities. In this poem, the poet briefs a lonely young girl who is working as a harvester in a field situated at an area of high or mountainous land, the mountainous part of Scotland. At the same time, she sings her beautiful song and poet is mesmerized with her song.
The poet saw the young girl, reaping the crop lonely in the field. Alongside she is singing a song, the poet urges passers-by to either stop or pass silently through the place. The girl works alone in the field and reciting a song filled with sadness and grief. The whole valley is echoed with her song.
There is no nightingale who can chant with such exquisiteness than her. Her voice is a welcome note to all those tired travellers who took shade in the harsh Arabian sands. Her voice is so appealing that even in springtime; we never get to find Cuckoo singing and spreading sweetness in Hebrides (a group of islands in Scotland).
The poet doesn’t want to be told what she is singing, he just likes the sound of it. He feels that the note she is singing is perhaps a sad and mournful one about old distant things and unhappy battles. Maybe it’s about some familiar day to day matters or some loss and pain.
It seems that the song that the maiden is singing has no ending and the poet watches her singing at her work, bending and cutting grain with her sickle. The poet is listening to her quietly without any movement and as he went up on the hill, he captured the music and its impression in his heart, he can listen and feel it "Long after it was heard no more."
The poet saw the young girl, reaping the crop lonely in the field. Alongside she is singing a song, the poet urges passers-by to either stop or pass silently through the place. The girl works alone in the field and reciting a song filled with sadness and grief. The whole valley is echoed with her song.
There is no nightingale who can chant with such exquisiteness than her. Her voice is a welcome note to all those tired travellers who took shade in the harsh Arabian sands. Her voice is so appealing that even in springtime; we never get to find Cuckoo singing and spreading sweetness in Hebrides (a group of islands in Scotland).
The poet doesn’t want to be told what she is singing, he just likes the sound of it. He feels that the note she is singing is perhaps a sad and mournful one about old distant things and unhappy battles. Maybe it’s about some familiar day to day matters or some loss and pain.
It seems that the song that the maiden is singing has no ending and the poet watches her singing at her work, bending and cutting grain with her sickle. The poet is listening to her quietly without any movement and as he went up on the hill, he captured the music and its impression in his heart, he can listen and feel it "Long after it was heard no more."