Lucy

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me. And now we reach'd the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp'd:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp'd. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
-William Wordsworth

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