Happiness — Summary

I have found happiness who looked not for it. There was a green fresh hedge, And willows by the river side, And whistling sedge.

The heaviness I felt was all around. No joy sang in the wind. Only dull slow life everywhere, And in my mind.

Then from the sedge a bird cried; and all changed. Heaviness turned to mirth: The willows the stream's cheek caressed, The sun the earth.

What was it in the bird's song worked such change? The grass was wonderful. I did not dream such beauty was In things so dull.

What was it in the bird's song gave the water That living, sentient look? Lent the rare brightness to the hedge? That sweetness shook

Down on the green path by the running water? Or the small daisies lit With light of the white northern stars In dark skies set?

What was it made the whole world marvellous? Mere common things were joys. The cloud running upon the grass, Children's faint noise,

The trees that grow straight up and stretch wide arms, The snow heaped in the skies, The light falling so simply on all; My lifted eyes

That all this startling aching beauty saw? I felt the sharp excess Of joy like the strong sun at noon-- Insupportable bliss!

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The speaker begins in a low, weary state beside a river, noticing only dullness in the wind and in himself. Then a bird calls from the sedge, and the change is immediate: heaviness lifts, and the landscape becomes vivid and tender. He spends the rest of the poem asking what the song did to make ordinary things—water, hedges, daisies, clouds, children’s voices—feel so intensely beautiful. The poem captures the surprise of joy that arrives without being sought, and the way a small moment can suddenly make the whole world look alive. The mood moves from muted heaviness to amazed, almost overwhelming happiness, ending in a feeling of “insupportable bliss” that is both wonderful and too much to bear.

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