The lushful green of the banks of the river Dove all along its windy course, the thick forest undergrowth extending deep into the land from its shores, leaves a true mark of nature unexploited by the greed of man. The powerful source of the springs of Dove up in the Highlands brings an eternal flow of cool refreshing waters to the vast valleys up to the mouth of the river. The thick forests according to the poet, William Wordsworth, are still hostile to many, and will still remain unexplored for a long time to come.
The persona of a girl, known to the poet, by the name of Lucy, is still not clear. But one thing is certain; she must have been very dear to him. The identity of this beautiful and sleek looking girl, which Wordsworth quite often speaks about, still remains a mystery to many of his readers. In this poem, the poet mentions her as the one who dwells somewhere in the middle of this thick forest cover besides the waters of the River Dove, unappreciated by the world and loved by none. Lucy is the true identity of the Human child of Nature who is brought up, groomed and shaped by the wisdom of natural entities that rules the flora and fauna of the wild.
The ‘Violet’ flower is a very rare specimen and very hard to find. It is barely visible to the naked eye for humans to appreciate and admire its beauty because it grows deep in the mountainous crags of the Highlands. The stem of this plant consists of many bluish-purple flowers that outshine other flowering plants with a unique beauty of its own.
Consider watching the evening skies in the evening on one’s own accord, and notice the brightest star shining at its best and dominating the light of other stars, it is only fair to say that it is the only one shining in the sky. It is the most unique one in its brightness but no one knows why. Such are the two comparisons made by the poet to Lucy. As beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so is the poet, William Wordsworth captivated by her rustic natural appearance. His love for her is immensely great, yet he never made it known to any of his dear ones in real life.
Unfortunately, the poet’s love-life ultimately took a mournful turn when Lucy passed away from this world. Her entire life was never known to the outside world. Till the last hour of her death she remained unloved and unknown to the world. Her sad and untimely demise caused an overwhelming grief to Wordsworth’s life, but no one knows how or when Wordsworth mourned for her death. The picture of her grave will continue to haunt his memories for years to come altogether.