The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth Volume Ii Part 37

1827.

Of flocks and herds both far and near 1800.

Of flocks upon the neighbouring hills 1802.]

[Variant 12:

1845.

... sits ... 1800.]

[Variant 13:

When near this blasted tree you pa.s.s, Two sods are plainly to be seen Close at its root, and each with gra.s.s Is cover'd fresh and green.

Like turf upon a new-made grave These two green sods together lie, Nor heat, nor cold, nor rain, nor wind Can these two sods together bind, Nor sun, nor earth, nor sky, But side by side the two are laid, As if just sever'd by the spade.

This stanza occurs only in the edition of 1800.]

[Variant 14:

1815.

They seem ... 1800.]

FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: These Stanzas were designed to introduce a Ballad upon the Story of a Danish Prince who had fled from Battle, and, for the sake of the valuables about him, was murdered by the Inhabitant of a Cottage in which he had taken refuge. The House fell under a curse, and the Spirit of the Youth, it was believed, haunted the Valley where the crime had been committed.--W. W. 1827.]

LUCY GRAY; OR, SOLITUDE

Composed 1799.--Published 1800

[Written at Goslar, in Germany, in 1799. It was founded on a circ.u.mstance told me by my sister, of a little girl, who, not far from Halifax in Yorkshire, was bewildered in a snow storm. Her footsteps were tracked by her parents to the middle of a lock of a ca.n.a.l, and no other vestige of her, backward or forward, could be traced. The body, however, was found in the ca.n.a.l. The way in which the incident was treated, and the spiritualizing of the character, might furnish hints for contrasting the imaginative influences, which I have endeavoured to throw over common life, with Crabbe's matter-of-fact style of handling subjects of the same kind. This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it; but to direct the attention of thoughtful readers into whose hands these notes may fall, to a comparison that may enlarge the circle of their sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment.--I.F.]

One of the "Poems referring to the Period of Childhood."--Ed.

Oft I had heard [1] of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child.

No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; 5 She dwelt on a wide moor, [2]

--The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!

You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; 10 But the sweet [3] face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen.

"To-night will be a stormy night-- You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light 15 Your mother through the snow."

"That, Father! will I gladly do: 'Tis scarcely afternoon-- The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon!" 20

At this the Father raised his hook, And snapped [4] a f.a.ggot-band; He plied his work;--and Lucy took The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe: 25 With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; 30 And many a hill did Lucy climb But never reached the town.

The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight 35 To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. 40

They wept--and, turning homeward, cried, [5]

"In heaven we all shall meet;"

--When in the snow the mother spied [6]

The print of Lucy's feet.

Then downwards [7] from the steep hill's edge 45 They tracked the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone-wall;

And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; 50 They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And [8] to the bridge they came.

They followed from the snowy bank Those [9] footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; 55 And further there were [10] none!

--Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. 60

O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. [A]

This poem was ill.u.s.trated by Sir George Beaumont, in a picture of some merit, which was engraved by J. C. Bromley, and published in the collected editions of 1815 and 1820. Henry Crabb Robinson wrote in his 'Diary', September 11, 1816 (referring to Wordsworth):