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William Wordsworth wrote the poem “March” The poet wonderfully expresses the beauty of nature during the spring season, in this poem. Spring is a vibrant period of year. It creates a sense of zeal in all living beings by bringing enthusiasm and vibrance to all living creatures. The world seems fresh and lovely.
About The Poet
William Wordsworth was an English poet who was a prominent face in Romanticism and wrote the most classic poem about daffodils ever written. William Wordsworth was also known as a “poet of nature.”
Theme Of The Poem
March is a poem about nature that aspires to appreciate the beauty of the changing seasons. The poem was penned during World War II, when people’s lives were in motion as the seasons changed. As winter gives way to spring, this poem captures the essence of nature and attempts to establish similarities with humanity.
The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun;
The day begins with the sound of the cock, marking the start of a new day in the middle of the stream’s constant flow. As the sunlight sweeps across the green fields, the lake sparkles. Birds chirp joyfully perched on the lush green trees, as everything is green and colourful everywhere. In this beautiful sunny morning, the green fields appear to be lazy.
The oldest and the youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
People of all ages, young and elderly, are observed working with maximum concentration, without raising their heads while the cattle graze around like a singular body rather than a herd of forty. The cattle are peacefully grazing and do not even raise their heads. ‘Forty feeding like one’ appears to be the idiom here, since their heads are all bowed and they’re all grazing at the same time.
Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The ploughboy is whooping - anon - anon.
In the bright spring sun, the snow on the ground melts. On the peaks of barren hills, only a sprinkling of snow remains. A comparison is made between snow and soldiers of an army that has been humiliated and withdrew from the battle. The plough boy, who is ploughing the field, is joyfully yelling anon – anon (sooner – sooner).
There’s joy in the mountains; There’s life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone!
The mountain slopes are now covered in vibrant blooms, a sight that delights the eye and mind of the spectator. The melting snow has brought life to the springs that trickle down the mountain slopes. Under the open sky, little clouds float about. The winter season’s rain and snow have passed, and the weather in spring is pleasant and cheery.