As the poet, write a diary entry about the day you heard the solitary reaper in the field.
Monday, May 5, 20xx Today, as I was walking in the valley, I saw a young farm worker in the field. She was singing1 to herself as she worked. I was so affected by her singing that I stopped and listened. She had a beautiful voice, which seemed to fill the whole valley. The song was a sad one, and I couldn’t understand the words. But its plaintive tone and melancholy sound touched me greatly, and its beauty reminded me of the song of a nightingale or a cuckoo. After some time, I walked up the hill, carrying the memory of the young woman’s song with me.
