Calm is all nature
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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That grief for which the senses still supply
Oh! leave me to myself; nor let me feel
Those busy cares that would allay my pain:
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
Is hush'd, am I at rest. My Friends, restrain
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
The Horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is up, and cropping yet his later meal:
The Kine are couch'd upon the dewy grass;
Home-felt, and home-created seems to heal
Fresh food; for only then, when memory