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Sunday’s Poem ~ Lucy Gray by William Wordsworth

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Oft I had heard 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;

She dwelt on a wide moor,--

The sweetest thing that ever grew

Beside a human door!

You yet may spy the fawn at play,

The hare upon the green;

But the sweet 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

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!"

At this the Father raised his hook,

And snapped a faggot-band;

He plied his work;--and Lucy took

The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe:

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;

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

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.

They wept--and, turning homeward, cried,

In heaven we all shall meet;

--When in the snow the mother spied

The print of Lucy's feet.

Then downwards from the steep hill's edge

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;

They tracked them on, nor ever lost;

And to the bridge they came.

They followed from the snowy bank

Those footmarks, one by one,Into the middle of the plank;

And further there were none!--

Yet some maintain that to this day

She is a living child;

That you may see sweet Lucy Gray

Upon the lonesome wild.

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,,

And never looks behind;

And sings a solitary song

That whistles in the wind.

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sassy59

Beautiful Iris. Sad yet stirring. Poor Lucy Gray.

Take care dear friend. Xx🌺❤️🤗

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Lyd12 in reply tosassy59

this poem is a special one for me - I remember my grandma reciting it to me, she had no books and I was only a toddler, so uncertain how much she knew of it, just stayed in my mind. Love Iris x

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Izb1

A very moving poem Iris. Hope you are feeling well today x

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hypercat54

I felt a real jolt seeing that poem up Lyd. It was one of my mother's favourites and she would often quote it for us. Took me back many years ago to when I was a child.

Thanks for posting it.

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Morrison10

thanks for William Wordsworth poem, remember it from school, very emotional. Hope have nice day. I’m getting ready to Nebulise again, then use spirometer and do exercises. Won’t see anyone except cat Morrison whose still snoozing/snoring, getting over night out, perhaps getting ready for another “night on the tiles”. Love, Jean xxx

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what is nebulising for, how does it help?

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Morrison10 in reply toLyd12

Nebulising is wearing mask attached by tube to machine to breath in mist of Medication to help my lungs. I was born with PCD, my lungs don’t get rid of germs and dust as suppose to, and as result I have since diagnosed at 32, bronchiectasis, may have had it longer, needed good GP to take interest. Takes nearly hour twice a day, then have to sterile mask etc, and use spirometer to strengthen lungs. Only have had to do this last few years, when found consultant who understands my rare condition. Jean xxx

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Lyd12 in reply toMorrison10

my only aid for my bronchiectasis is an effervescent tablet daily to thin the mucous , I find it very tiring but so far has kept off infections. All the coughing wears me out and uses boxes of tissues!

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Katinka46

thanks for this, dear Iris. Very poignant. Xxx

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Australia06

Glad you managed to get this in the proper lines today Nana! Wonderful poem, hope you’re well xx

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Lyd12 in reply toAustralia06

I will pass on your message Sorcha, compliments go to Simone! Glad you liked the poem, my grandma recited it to me when I was a toddler at her knee. Love Nana x

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I love Wordsworth's shorter poems. He manages to say so much with the minimum of effects. I think Lucy has gone back Nature like the other Lucy he writes about and her spirit is happy wandering on the moors. Glad you've managed to set this out as a poem, and do hope you are keeping well. Look after yourself in this cold weather- no wandering on moors please. xxx Chris

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Lyd12 in reply toAlberta56

very rarely wander round the garden these days, very little energy and so appreciate my sons and their wives, was treated to a Sunday roast beef lunch yesterday! Made a nice change from Tesco ready meals. Love Iris x

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Alberta56 in reply toLyd12

It's good to know your sons and daughters in law are so attentive. The roast beef sounds lovely. Tesco ready meals get a bit monotonous. Love, Chris xxx

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Lemon7

Heart tugging. Making me think of wuthering heights too now. Wandering soul on moor.

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Iris, I have a happy story for you. I was visiting University College London Hospital and was chatting to a dear lady in her 90's. She had been to Cambridge University in the early 50's in one of two female colleges. I asked her if she liked poetry. She replied "I AM a poet ...but not well known." I asked if she ever reads her own poems and she said yes and found it very "cathartic".So then I thought I would read your Sunday poem on Lucy Gray which I did. The dear lady closed her eyes as I tried to inject the lines with some passion and a sense of foreboding.

At the end of the poem she opened her eyes and smiled. I think she used the word "profound" to describe the poem. She did know it as a child.

I also played her Chopins Nocturne no.2 in Eb and again she closed her eyes. And later she exclaimed "What a morning, I've never had a morning like it. So luxurious and nourishing."

(She was good with words!)

So thanks Iris for posting that touching poem for it touched that little old lady in her heart.♥️

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Lyd12 in reply toGreenthorn

thanks so much for that lovely true story. We hear so many stories about bad people, never lose faith in human nature. Love Iris x

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Greenthorn in reply toLyd12

Thanks Iris, I'm glad that cheered you. That lady made my day!

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had my flu jab today. Doctor said he had run out of the over 65 jab and gave me the under 65 one, am wondering what is the difference?

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Greenthorn in reply toLyd12

I googled this question Iris and the answer suggests that the over 65 Yr jab is tad stronger. See picture .Buy why not post this question on the site.

Covid jab for over 65's

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