"Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower" is one of Romantic poet William Wordsworth's mysterious "Lucy poems," a sequence in which an anonymous speaker mourns the woman he loved. Here, the speaker describes Lucy's upbringing. A woman so perfectly calm, wise, beautiful, and playful, he imagines, could only have been raised by Nature itself. With a character as harmonious and balanced as the seasons, Lucy has everything—except, alas, immortality. Wordsworth first published this poem in the 1800 second edition of Lyrical Ballads, one of the most influential collections of poetry in English.
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1Three years she grew in sun and shower,
2Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
3On earth was never sown;
4This Child I to myself will take;
5She shall be mine, and I will make
6A Lady of my own.
7"Myself will to my darling be
8Both law and impulse: and with me
9The Girl, in rock and plain,
10In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
11Shall feel an overseeing power
12To kindle or restrain.
13"She shall be sportive as the fawn
14That wild with glee across the lawn
15Or up the mountain springs;
16And hers shall be the breathing balm,
17And hers the silence and the calm
18Of mute insensate things.
19"The floating clouds their state shall lend
20To her; for her the willow bend;
21Nor shall she fail to see
22Even in the motions of the Storm
23Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
24By silent sympathy.
25"The stars of midnight shall be dear
26To her; and she shall lean her ear
27In many a secret place
28Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
29And beauty born of murmuring sound
30Shall pass into her face.
31"And vital feelings of delight
32Shall rear her form to stately height,
33Her virgin bosom swell;
34Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
35While she and I together live
36Here in this happy dell."
37Thus Nature spake—the work was done—
38How soon my Lucy's race was run!
39She died, and left to me
40This heath, this calm, and quiet scene;
41The memory of what has been,
42And never more will be.
1Three years she grew in sun and shower,
2Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
3On earth was never sown;
4This Child I to myself will take;
5She shall be mine, and I will make
6A Lady of my own.
7"Myself will to my darling be
8Both law and impulse: and with me
9The Girl, in rock and plain,
10In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
11Shall feel an overseeing power
12To kindle or restrain.
13"She shall be sportive as the fawn
14That wild with glee across the lawn
15Or up the mountain springs;
16And hers shall be the breathing balm,
17And hers the silence and the calm
18Of mute insensate things.
19"The floating clouds their state shall lend
20To her; for her the willow bend;
21Nor shall she fail to see
22Even in the motions of the Storm
23Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
24By silent sympathy.
25"The stars of midnight shall be dear
26To her; and she shall lean her ear
27In many a secret place
28Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
29And beauty born of murmuring sound
30Shall pass into her face.
31"And vital feelings of delight
32Shall rear her form to stately height,
33Her virgin bosom swell;
34Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
35While she and I together live
36Here in this happy dell."
37Thus Nature spake—the work was done—
38How soon my Lucy's race was run!
39She died, and left to me
40This heath, this calm, and quiet scene;
41The memory of what has been,
42And never more will be.
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.
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The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.
Lyrical Ballads — See images from the 1800 edition of Lyrical Ballads, the important collection in which this poem first appeared.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Wordsworth's life and work via the Poetry Foundation.
More on the Lucy Poems — Read a New Yorker article discussing Wordsworth's strange, haunting Lucy poems.
Wordsworth's Legacy — Visit the Wordsworth Society to learn more about Wordsworth's continuing influence.