A river flows on through the vale of Cheapside

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud – it has sung for three years.
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird.

‘Tis a note of enchantment: what ails her?  She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees:
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.

Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove’s,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade;
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes.


REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN – Wordsworth 1770-1850

I think this poem paints a picture of how birds  can connect us to nature.  

If  you have any poems / nursery rhymes about birds drop me a comment

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