{"id":237,"date":"2007-08-25T08:34:59","date_gmt":"2007-08-25T08:34:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/2007\/08\/25\/the-reaper\/"},"modified":"2007-08-25T08:35:53","modified_gmt":"2007-08-25T08:35:53","slug":"the-reaper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/2007\/08\/25\/the-reaper\/","title":{"rendered":"The Reaper"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<pre>Behold her, single in the field,\r\nYon solitary Highland Lass!\r\nReaping and singing by herself;\r\nStop here, or gently pass!\r\nAlone she cuts and binds the grain,\r\nAnd sings a melancholy strain;\r\nO listen! for the vale profound\r\nIs overflowing with the sound.\r\n\r\nNo nightingale did ever chaunt\r\nMore welcome notes to weary bands\r\nOf travellers in some shady haunt,\r\nAmong Arabian sands:\r\nA voice so thrilling ne'er was heard\r\nIn spring-time from the cuckoo-bird\r\nBreaking the silence of the seas\r\nAmong the farthest Hebrides.\r\n\r\nWill no one tell me what she sings?\r\nPerhaps the plaintive numbers flow\r\nFor old, unhappy, far-off things,\r\nAnd battles long ago:\r\nOr is it some more humble lay,\r\nFamiliar matter of today?\r\nSome natural sorrow, loss, or pain,\r\nThat has been, and may be again!\r\n\r\nWhate'er the theme, the maiden sang\r\nAs if her song could have no ending;\r\nI saw her singing at her work,\r\nAnd o'er the sickle bending;\r\nI listened, motionless and still;\r\nAnd as I mounted up the hill\r\nThe music in my heart I bore,\r\nLong after it was heard no more.\r\n\r\n                   by William Wordsworth\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/2007\/08\/25\/the-reaper\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[382,407],"class_list":["post-237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-personal","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=237"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/virtualchaos.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}