Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come-at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed - and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed;
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song, - the song for me!
William Wordsworth
Dyer chose this poem as a representative of man’s relationship with nature. He urges taking time each day to escape to where you can sit and just take in the sights and sounds of nature in an effort to relax and become more in tune with yourself again.
I also think there’s a tad more to this poem in that the nightingale sings a song of love that the author declares is the song for him. It is a song that starts out slow but never ends. It includes faith and also joy. This is what touched the chord within the author.
Perhaps this is what relaxes us when we are in nature. You can slow down. You can feel the underlying energy that is within everything better than when you are stressed out and rushing madly about in your work-a-day world.






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