Lucy Gray, Or Solitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE AFAF GHG CIC JKJK HLHL MNMN GOGO PDPE O OQ RSRS TUTU VWVW ABAB XYXY

Oft I had heard of Lucy GrayA
And when I crossed the wildB
I chanced to see at break of dayA
The solitary childB
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No mate no comrade Lucy knewC
She dwelt on a wide moorD
The sweetest thing that ever grewC
Beside a human doorE
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You yet may spy the fawn at playA
The hare upon the greenF
But the sweet face of Lucy GrayA
Will never more be seenF
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'To night will be a stormy nightG
You to the town must goH
And take a lantern Child to lightG
Your mother through the snow '-
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'That Father will I gladly doC
'Tis scarcely afternoonI
The minster clock has just struck twoC
And yonder is the moon '-
-
At this the Father raised his hookJ
And snapped a faggot bandK
He plied his work and Lucy tookJ
The lantern in her handK
-
Not blither is the mountain roeH
With many a wanton strokeL
Her feet disperse the powdery snowH
That rises up like smokeL
-
The storm came on before its timeM
She wandered up and downN
And many a hill did Lucy climbM
But never reached the townN
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The wretched parents all that nightG
Went shouting far and wideO
But there was neither sound nor sightG
To serve them for a guideO
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At day break on a hill they stoodP
That overlooked the moorD
And thence they saw the bridge of woodP
A furlong from their doorE
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They wept and turning homeward criedO
'In heaven we all shall meet '-
When in the snow the mother spiedO
The print of Lucy's feetQ
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Then downwards from the steep hill's edgeR
They tracked the footmarks smallS
And through the broken hawthorn hedgeR
And by the long stone wallS
-
And then an open field they crossedT
The marks were still the sameU
They tracked them on nor ever lostT
And to the bridge they cameU
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They followed from the snowy bankV
Those footmarks one by oneW
Into the middle of the plankV
And further there were noneW
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Yet some maintain that to this dayA
She is a living childB
That you may see sweet Lucy GrayA
Upon the lonesome wildB
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O'er rough and smooth she trips alongX
And never looks behindY
And sings a solitary songX
That whistles in the windY

William Wordsworth



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