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The Solitary Reaper By:William Wordsworth (1770-1850) Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. ? No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so shrilling neer was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. ? Will no one tell m