a diary entry from the point of view of the solitary reaper. 250 words plz
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20/01/2019
10:00 pm
Dear Diary,
I feel very lonely today. I have never felt like this before. I came to know today that my friend who studied with me in my school has left the village and went to a far off village with her parents. She did not tell me before leaving. We grew up together in the village, went to the same school and played in the fields all our life. I don't know whether I would see her ever again in my life. I wonder why she has not told me that she was leaving.
When my father asked me to help him in the fields today, I felt so depressed and lonely. I remembered my friend and sang the song she taught me when I was small. I felt better after that. I will sing her songs every day now to remember her friendship. It gives me lot of pleasure. After bundling up the crop, I sat there on a rock and sang my heart-fill. Suddenly the open fields seemed like my home and my voice was carried over the hills and mountains.
As I was singing, I saw passers-by stopping and listening to my song. They must have felt the same emotion as I did because one of them stood there spellbound and listened to my song with a plaintive look on his face. Music is enchanting and calms your spirits.
I will see you tomorrow again dear diary. Thanks for keeping me company in these lonely times. Good night.
The poet orders his listener to behold a “solitary Highland lass” reaping and singing by herself in a field. He says that anyone passing by should either stop here, or “gently pass” so as not to disturb her. As she “cuts and binds the grain” she “sings a melancholy strain,” and the valley overflows with the beautiful, sad sound. The speaker says that the sound is more welcome than any chant of the nightingale to weary travelers in the desert, and that the cuckoo-bird in spring never sang with a voice so thrilling.
Impatient, the poet asks, “Will no one tell me what she sings?” He speculates that her song might be about “old, unhappy, far-off things, / And battles long ago,” or that it might be humbler, a simple song about “matter of today.” Whatever she sings about, he says, he listened “motionless and still,” and as he traveled up the hill, he carried her song with him in his heart long after he could no longer hear it.
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