"The Poplar Field" (sometimes written as "The Poplar-Field") was published in 1785 by the English poet William Cowper (pronounced "Cooper"). In the poem, the speaker returns to a beloved field of trees after 12 years away, only to find that all the trees have been cut down. As the speaker laments the destruction of this beautiful place, the poem becomes a meditation on death and the disappearance of human pleasures. The poem's nuanced exploration of emotion, mortality, and the beauty and destruction of nature makes "The Poplar Field" an important precursor to the literary movement known as Romanticism.
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1The Poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade
2And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade,
3The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
4Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
5Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view
6Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew,
7And now in the grass behold they are laid,
8And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
9The black-bird has fled to another retreat
10Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
11And the scene where his melody charm’d me before,
12Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
13My fugitive years are all hasting away,
14And I must e’er long lie as lowly as they,
15With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head
16E’er another such grove shall arise in its stead.
17’Tis a sight to engage me if any thing can
18To muse on the perishing pleasures of Man;
19Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
20Have a Being less durable even than he.
1The Poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade
2And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade,
3The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
4Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
5Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view
6Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew,
7And now in the grass behold they are laid,
8And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
9The black-bird has fled to another retreat
10Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
11And the scene where his melody charm’d me before,
12Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
13My fugitive years are all hasting away,
14And I must e’er long lie as lowly as they,
15With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head
16E’er another such grove shall arise in its stead.
17’Tis a sight to engage me if any thing can
18To muse on the perishing pleasures of Man;
19Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
20Have a Being less durable even than he.
The Poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade,
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view
Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew,
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
The black-bird has fled to another retreat
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charm’d me before,
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must e’er long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head
E’er another such grove shall arise in its stead.
’Tis a sight to engage me if any thing can
To muse on the perishing pleasures of Man;
Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
Have a Being less durable even than he.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Cowper's Life and Work — A short biography, plus several of Cowper's famous poems.
The Poem Out Loud — Listen to a reading of "The Poplar Field" and see footage of the English landscape that inspired the poem.
All About William Cowper — An interactive page from the Cowper & Newton Museum.
What Is Romanticism? — A brief overview of Romanticism, the major literary movement that Cowper helped inspire.
Poplar Trees — Learn more about the trees that have been "fell'd" in Cowper's poem.