Three Years She Grew 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.
About the Poet:
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) is an English Romantic Poet. He was born in Lake District of England on 7th April 1770. He was a great poet of Nature and humanity. Several of his poems project the influence of Nature on him. His poems describe the influence of Nature on man. He wrote about simple people in the language really used by common men.
About the Poem:
Three Years She Grew is one of the Lucy Poems of William Wordsworth. The Lucy Poems are supposed to be love lyrics. These lyrics are based on the personal experience of the poet. In Three Years She Grew Lucy is shown as a lovely three-year-old child. She is taken up by Mother Nature under her care. Nature promises to produce her as an almost perfect woman. But, unfortunately, the girl dies at an early age. The hopes and aspirations of the poet are dashed to the ground. He is filled with great grief.
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