Strange Fits of Passion
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 looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed 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 stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed 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 stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
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, "Strange Fits of Passion"
Emmm, last night, after my emotional fit I could not get the verses of Wordsworth's "Strange Fits of Passion" out of my mind. I only know the first stanza by heart, but as I was lying in bed I kept repeating it over and over. At least it was better than thinking about you-know-who-you-are.
Ahhh this Lucy is a lucky woman... Just imagine your lover totally afraid of your dying. Well, she is not so lucky because she actually dies. However, think about it... Have you ever been tormented by the marvelous nature around you? I mean, have you ever thought about beauty as a fatalistic omen? Have you ever been afraid of losing somebody? I'm not talking about breaking up but about dying. What an obsession!!!!
Ahhh this Lucy is a lucky woman... Just imagine your lover totally afraid of your dying. Well, she is not so lucky because she actually dies. However, think about it... Have you ever been tormented by the marvelous nature around you? I mean, have you ever thought about beauty as a fatalistic omen? Have you ever been afraid of losing somebody? I'm not talking about breaking up but about dying. What an obsession!!!!
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