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.
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Those paths so dear to me epitomizes romanticism at best of best.
This is my favorite poem in the world ^^. I read it everyday.
It is quite understandable that in his race to beat the moon to her cot, he thinks of life of fragile. that the one who waits may fade in sleep as truely as in morning. How concerned he must have been to write in final: something to the effect of I hope to find her alive and well. For I believe he rushes for two reasons. To be alone with her, and to know she lives still.
Wow...it reminds me of the feeling....the feeling of being in love and how much one tends to worry about the person you are in love with. i am not sure if it a happy poem, I do not get the feeling the man is happy, it's as if he is complaigning even though he looks forward to seeing Lucy....? ? Yep, the man was in love....didn't matter what he had to go through to get to his love.
Wordsworth wrote in such an eloquent, descriptive style and used quite often keywords in his work. Was Lucy a living person at the time? After reading most of the Lucy poems my interpretation is she was a short lived flower that he genuinely loved to see and showed his passion and feelings for it. I maybe wrong but a nice thought when reading his work.