Wordsworth sighted a young girl belonging to the Highland region of Scotland, all by herself in the field, reaping and singing her song so melodiously to glory. Anyone who passes her by, would either completely ignore her or stop to listen to her soft enchanted melody. Without even realising that the clock for the day was ticking, she continued endlessly to cut and bind the grain and sang the tune of her melancholic song. The lyrics of the song sounded so clear that they seemed to overflow even to the farthest corner of the valley, when one listens with the ears of the heart.
Any down-troddens and heavy hearts would feel welcome to this valley of rest atleast for a short time. Something that even the songs of the most profound nightingale could not have achieved to send a heart melting message to the point of deepest despair. A relaxing note that might be best suited to weary and thirsty travellers taking a short nap under some deep yet strong shade, somewhere in the middle of the heated sands of the Arabian Desert. The voice of the lass sounded so shrilling in the most melodious musical note ever known to man, according to the description of the poet. It has outshone even the sweetest song of the cuckoo bird that sings at break of every spring. It has broken even the silence of the farthest Pacific islands of the 'Hebrides'.
Wordsworth wondered if it would be possible for anyone to explain to him the true implications of the contents of her songs. It might be that her sad and mournful song speaks of misfortunes and tragedies of events that happened long ago. Or it might be she is singing as per the happenings of the present day, familiarising herself with the harsh realities of trials and tribulations of this world. Things that might have happened or about to take place in her life.
To Wordsworth, the theme of the song does not seemed to matter anymore, on what or how she sang but it did not seem to end. He watched her from a distant as she continued to sing and work, with her sickle bending to cut and bind the grain. As he climbed higher up the hill, he tapped and stored the song of the lass. He continued climbing up without looking back till she was out of sight and her endless song was heard no more.