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Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower by William Wordsworth

Blake envisions a future for his dead and darling Lucy as a muse for Nature itself.

We all hope a loved one passes into a better world, that their death had some meaning, a purpose. But how many of us detail that better world, provide a purpose linked to an earthly power that moves the clouds and makes the rain?

A stunning imagination by Wordsworth and a poem peppered with phrases like “sportive as the fawn” and “Where rivulets dance their wayward round.”

I hope Lucy lives in all the dew that settles on every wildflower seen or unseen.

Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
by William Wordsworth


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
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,
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;
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;
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
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.

“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
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;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.

Read by John Reads Poetry at a fine, slow pace.

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