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!’
|About the poet|
|By the same poet|
|Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey|
|Upon Westminster Bridge|
|Evening on Calais Beach|
|On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic, 1802|
|England, 1802 (i)|
|England, 1802 (ii)|
|England, 1802 (iii)|
|England, 1802 (iv)|
|England, 1802 (v)|
|Ode to Duty|
|The Sonnet (i)|
|The Sonnet (ii)|
|Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood|
|Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon|
|I Travelled among Unknown Men|
|My Heart Leaps Up|
|The Tables Turned|
|William Wordsworth at amazon.co.uk|