Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Wordsworth. 17701850518. Lucy iv
THREE years she grew in sun and shower; | |
Then Nature said, ‘A lovelier flower | |
On earth was never sown; | |
This child I to myself will take; | |
She shall be mine, and I will make | 5 |
A lady of my own. | |
“Myself will to my darling be | |
Both law and impulse: and with me | |
The girl, in rock and plain, | |
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, | 10 |
Shall feel an overseeing power | |
To kindle or restrain. | |
‘She shall be sportive as the fawn | |
That wild with glee across the lawn | |
Or up the mountain springs; | 15 |
And hers shall be the breathing balm, | |
And hers the silence and the calm | |
Of mute insensate things. | |
‘The floating clouds their state shall lend | |
To her; for her the willow bend; | 20 |
Nor shall she fail to see | |
Even in the motions of the storm | |
Grace that shall mould the maiden’s form | |
By silent sympathy. | |
‘The stars of midnight shall be dear | 25 |
To her; and she shall lean her ear | |
In many a secret place | |
Where rivulets dance their wayward round, | |
And beauty born of murmuring sound | |
Shall pass into her face. | 30 |
‘And vital feelings of delight | |
Shall rear her form to stately height, | |
Her virgin bosom swell; | |
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give | |
While she and I together live | 35 |
Here in this happy dell.’ | |
Thus Nature spake—The work was done— | |
How soon my Lucy’s race was run! | |
She died, and left to me | |
This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; | 40 |
The memory of what has been, | |
And never more will be. |