This poem really touhes me and reminds me of my mom who work in a field like this solitary reaper. Here the poem Wordsworth writes "Long after it was heard no more" but as for me, every moment of my mom always remained inside me.
The Solitary Reaper
Alone she cuts and binds the grain, 5
More welcome notes to weary bands 10
Breaking the silence of the seas 15
And battles long ago: 20
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang 25
And, as I mounted up the hill, 30
Long after it was heard no more.