Strange
fits of passion have I known[M1] ,
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What
once to me befel[M2] .
When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June[M3] ,[M4]
I to
her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.[M5]
Upon
the moon I fixed my eye[M6] ,
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[M7] to
Lucy's cot
Came near,
and nearer [M8] still.
In one
of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's[M9]
gentlest boon!
And, all the while, my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My
horse moved on; hoof
after hoof[M10]
He raised, and never stopped:
When down
behind the cottage roof
At once, the bright moon dropped[M11] .
What
fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
“O mercy!” to myself I cried,
“If
Lucy should be dead!”[M12]
[M1]Inversion – to highlight the phrase “strange fits of passion”
[M2]Inversion - in order to
maintain the rhyming scheme
[M3]Simile “she” and “rose in June” are compared
[M4]Runon lines/ enjambment
[M5]Visual image
[M6]Inversion
[M7] A motif – beauty, gentleness – hints that the romance may not end
in marriage
[M8]Repetition – indicates the poet is moving closer to Lucy’s cottage
[M9]Personification of Nature
[M10]Repetition
[M11]Visual image
[M12]Direct quotations and exclamations – to show the poet’s excitement
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