Three years she grew in sun and shower (1800) by William Wordsworth

“Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower” (1800) by William Wordsworth is one of his Lucy poems, where he reflects on the short life and early death of a young girl named Lucy.

The poem’s main idea is that Nature herself takes Lucy as her own child, shaping her character, beauty, and spirit with tenderness and discipline. Nature promises to be her guide, teacher, and guardian, instilling in her simplicity, calmness, and grace. However, this nurturing bond is cut short by Lucy’s death, which is presented not with violent grief but with a quiet resignation, as though her return to Nature is part of a larger, divine order.

At its core, the poem blends personal loss with Wordsworth’s philosophy of Nature as a moral and spiritual force, showing that even in death, Lucy remains united with Nature in eternal harmony.

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                                 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.