The Green Linnet
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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There! where the flutter of his wings
Presiding Spirit here to-day,
In joy of voice and pinion!
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
Amid yon tuft of hazel trees,
While fluttering in the bushes.
With brightest sunshine round me spread
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together.
Art sole in thy employment:
As if by that exulting strain
Dost lead the revels of the May;
That cover him all over.
That twinkle to the gusty breeze,
Yet seeming still to hover;
Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,
Behold him perched in ecstasies,
Make all one band of paramours,
One have I marked, the happiest guest
Hail to Thee, far above the rest
Thyself thy own enjoyment.
Scattering thy gladness without care,
A Life, a Presence like the Air,
In all this covert of the blest:
My dazzled sight he oft deceives,
Thou, ranging up and down the bowers,
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Shadows and sunny glimmerings,
Pours forth his song in gushes;
While birds, and butterflies, and flowers,
Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves
Too blest with any one to pair;
In this sequestered nook how sweet
He mocked and treated with disdain
And this is thy dominion.
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
A brother of the dancing leaves;
Of spring's unclouded weather,
Upon his back and body flings
The voiceless Form he chose to feign,