1Behold her, single in the field,
2Yon solitary Highland Lass!
3Reaping and singing by herself;
4Stop here, or gently pass!
5Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
6And sings a melancholy strain;
7O listen! for the Vale profound
8Is overflowing with the sound.
9No Nightingale did ever chaunt
10More welcome notes to weary bands
11Of travellers in some shady haunt,
12Among Arabian sands:
13A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
14In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
15Breaking the silence of the seas
16Among the farthest Hebrides.
17Will no one tell me what she sings?—
18Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
19For old, unhappy, far-off things,
20And battles long ago:
21Or is it some more humble lay,
22Familiar matter of to-day?
23Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
24That has been, and may be again?
25Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
26As if her song could have no ending;
27I saw her singing at her work,
28And o'er the sickle bending;—
29I listened, motionless and still;
30And, as I mounted up the hill,
31The music in my heart I bore,
32Long after it was heard no more.
1Behold her, single in the field,
2Yon solitary Highland Lass!
3Reaping and singing by herself;
4Stop here, or gently pass!
5Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
6And sings a melancholy strain;
7O listen! for the Vale profound
8Is overflowing with the sound.
9No Nightingale did ever chaunt
10More welcome notes to weary bands
11Of travellers in some shady haunt,
12Among Arabian sands:
13A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
14In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
15Breaking the silence of the seas
16Among the farthest Hebrides.
17Will no one tell me what she sings?—
18Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
19For old, unhappy, far-off things,
20And battles long ago:
21Or is it some more humble lay,
22Familiar matter of to-day?
23Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
24That has been, and may be again?
25Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
26As if her song could have no ending;
27I saw her singing at her work,
28And o'er the sickle bending;—
29I listened, motionless and still;
30And, as I mounted up the hill,
31The music in my heart I bore,
32Long after it was heard no more.
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, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Manuscript of "The Solitary Reaper — A digital reproduction of the original manuscript for "The Solitary Reaper," currently in the holdings of the British Library.
Biography of William Wordsworth — A brief biography of Wordsworth from the British Library, with extensive links to other articles on aspects of Wordsworth's life and thought.
Reading of "The Solitary Reaper" — A reading of "The Solitary Reaper" from Pearls of Wisdom
The Romantics — An article on the history of British Romanticism from the British Library.
Preface to Lyrical Ballads — Wordsworth's preface to the 1800 edition of Lyrical Ballads, in which he lays out his theory of poetry and his relationship with Romanticism.