{"id":5806,"date":"2010-05-06T19:37:14","date_gmt":"2010-05-07T02:37:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thefreequark.com\/?p=5806"},"modified":"2010-05-06T19:37:14","modified_gmt":"2010-05-07T02:37:14","slug":"a-short-visit-with-lines-written-in-early-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/?p=5806","title":{"rendered":"A Short Visit With Lines Written in Early Spring"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have Frank of EcoSnake<\/a> to thank for today’s post. He included Wordsworth’s poem in the comment section below one of his photos on Flickr<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I can relate to the melancholy of this poem, having many times “sat reclined” in my own grove, contemplating what “man has done to man.”<\/p>\n

People like Frank are a beautiful antidote to my ambivalence about humankind. He’s made it his life’s work to build compassion and understanding for the planet’s reptilian and amphibian residents. I “met” Frank through Flickr and am continuously inspired by the work he does with his organization EcoSnake<\/a>. Great photos<\/a>, too, of his beloved charges.<\/i><\/p>\n

Lines Written In Early Spring<\/strong>
\n by William Wordsworth<\/em><\/p>\n

I heard a thousand blended notes,
\nWhile in a grove I sat reclined,
\nIn that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
\nBring sad thoughts to the mind.<\/p>\n

To her fair works did Nature link
\nThe human soul that through me ran;
\nAnd much it grieved my heart to think
\nWhat man has made of man.<\/p>\n

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
\nThe periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
\nAnd ’tis my faith that every flower
\nEnjoys the air it breathes.<\/p>\n

The birds around me hopped and played,
\nTheir thoughts I cannot measure —
\nBut the least motion which they made
\nIt seemed a thrill of pleasure.<\/p>\n

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
\nTo catch the breezy air;
\nAnd I must think, do all I can,
\nThat there was pleasure there.<\/p>\n

If this belief from heaven be sent,
\nIf such be Nature’s holy plan,
\nHave I not reason to lament
\nWhat man has made of man?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I have Frank of EcoSnake to thank for today’s post. He included Wordsworth’s poem in the comment section below one of his photos on Flickr. I can relate to the melancholy of this poem, having many times “sat reclined” in my own grove, contemplating what “man has done to man.” People like Frank are a beautiful antidote to my ambivalence about humankind. He’s made it his life’s work to build compassion and understanding for the […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingridtaylar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}