text: LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING \n          I HEARD a thousand blended notes,\n          While in a grove I sate reclined,\n          In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts\n          Bring sad thoughts to the mind.\n\n          To her fair works did Nature link\n          The human soul that through me ran;\n          And much it grieved my heart to think\n          What man has made of man.\n\n          Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,\n          The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;                         10\n          And 'tis my faith that every flower\n          Enjoys the air it breathes.\n\n          The birds around me hopped and played,\n          Their thoughts I cannot measure:--\n          But the least motion which they made\n          It seemed a thrill of pleasure.\n\n          The budding twigs spread out their fan,\n          To catch the breezy air;\n          And I must think, do all I can,\n          That there was pleasure there.                              20\n\n          If this belief from heaven be sent,\n          If such be Nature's holy plan,\n          Have I not reason to lament\n          What man has made of man?\n                                     \n\n\nhope tht helps