The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth

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*I have this idea I think would make a stellar project... I took this ballad (narrative poem) in school a few years ago. I loved it, but forgot about it. Now, after having joined HitRECord, I suddenly remembered it followed by the idea of recreating this beautiful writing for a short film. I'm picturing a gentle female singing voice incorporated into a male voice-over of the poem. The words of the woman's song could be incomprehensible to us, so we instead focus on the words of the poem, and of course, on the maiden herself as well as the dreamy scenery filled with art of the community. I'm thinking the style of it could be something like that of Iterations. But knowing HitRECord the style could be anything.*


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 travelers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands;
A voice so thrilling ne'er heard
In springtime 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.

Created: Apr 02, 2014

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