1. To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Human is one of the fairest works of Nature. The poet’s soul is also a part of such exhibition of
her fair works. This philosophically rich spiritual concept gave the poet immense pleasure. But
such immense pleasure got reduced to equally profound pain grieving his heart when he thought
what man had made of man.
Occupied with the drudgery of earning and spending only, man has shut himself to the material
pleasures that the universe offers to him. Such man-made pleasure is fleeting and, as a result, has
brought misery and sorrow for man in return.