In the Spring

1: What a beautiful day

2: I know, right. I forgot what the sun looked like.

1: I’m so glad spring is here.

2: Me too.

1: It makes me want to sing.

2: Huh?

1: It makes me want to write hymns to the rain, sonnets to the budding grass

2: What?

1: It makes me want to be a Romantic Poet!

(Jumps up)

“And I have felt 
A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused, 
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, 


And the round ocean, and the living air, 


And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, 


A motion and a spirit, that impels 


All thinking things, all objects of all thought, 


And rolls through all things.” (Wordsworth 94-103).

2: What are you talking about?

3: (3 enters)

“So will I build my altar in the fields,


And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,


And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields


Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,” (Coleridge 9-13)

2: You too? What is this?

4: (4 enters)

“And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! 


That I shall never look upon thee more, 


Never have relish in the faery power


Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore


Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, 


Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink” (Keats 9-14).

2: You guys are weird.

1,3, 4: (all shrug)

Works Cited

Wordsworth, William. Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey. Feb. 20, 2011. http://www.rc.umd.edu/rchs/reader/tabbey.html

Coleridge, Samuel. To Nature. Feb. 20, 2011. http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/C/ColeridgeSam/ToNature.htm

Keats, John. When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be. Feb. 20, 2011. http://www.bartleby.com/101/635.html