She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
-Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be:
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
‘My heart leaps up when I behold’
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began:
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Originally posted 2007-03-20 08:41:42. Republished by Blog Post Promoter