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Her Eyes are Wild Analysis



Author: Poetry of William Wordsworth Type: Poetry Views: 841

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I



Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,

The sun has burnt her coal-black hair;

Her eyebrows have a rusty stain,

And she came far from over the main.

She has a baby on her arm,

Or else she were alone:

And underneath the hay-stack warm,

And on the greenwood stone,

She talked and sung the woods among,

And it was in the English tongue.



II



"Sweet babe! they say that I am mad,

But nay, my heart is far too glad;

And I am happy when I sing

Full many a sad and doleful thing:

Then, lovely baby, do not fear!

I pray thee have no fear of me;

But safe as in a cradle, here,

My lovely baby! thou shalt be:

To thee I know too much I owe;

I cannot work thee any woe.



III



"A fire was once within my brain;

And in my head a dull, dull pain;

And fiendish faces, one, two, three,

Hung at my breast, and pulled at me;

But then there came a sight of joy;

It came at once to do me good;

I waked, and saw my little boy,

My little boy of flesh and blood;

Oh joy for me that sight to see!

For he was here, and only he.



IV



"Suck, little babe, oh suck again!

It cools my blood; it cools my brain;

Thy lips I feel them, baby! they

Draw from my heart the pain away.

Oh! press me with thy little hand;

It loosens something at my chest;

About that tight and deadly band

I feel thy little fingers prest.

The breeze I see is in the tree:

It comes to cool my babe and me.



V



"Oh! love me, love me, little boy!

Thou art thy mother's only joy;

And do not dread the waves below,

When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;

The high crag cannot work me harm,

Nor leaping torrents when they howl;

The babe I carry on my arm,

He saves for me my precious soul;

Then happy lie; for blest am I;

Without me my sweet babe would die.



VI



"Then do not fear, my boy! for thee

Bold as a lion will I be;

And I will always be thy guide,

Through hollow snows and rivers wide.

I'll build an Indian bower; I know

The leaves that make the softest bed:

And, if from me thou wilt not go,

But still be true till I am dead,

My pretty thing! then thou shalt sing

As merry as the birds in spring.



VII



"Thy father cares not for my breast,

'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest;

'Tis all thine own!--and, if its hue

Be changed, that was so fair to view,

'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove!

My beauty, little child, is flown,

But thou wilt live with me in love,

And what if my poor cheek be brown?

'Tis well for me, thou canst not see

How pale and wan it else would be.



VIII



"Dread not their taunts, my little Life;

I am thy father's wedded wife;

And underneath the spreading tree

We two will live in honesty.

If his sweet boy he could forsake,

With me he never would have stayed:

From him no harm my babe can take;

But he, poor man! is wretched made;

And every day we two will pray

For him that's gone and far away.



IX



"I'll teach my boy the sweetest things:

I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

My little babe! thy lips are still,

And thou hast almost sucked thy fill.

--Where art thou gone, my own dear child?

What wicked looks are those I see?

Alas! alas! that look so wild,

It never, never came from me:

If thou art mad, my pretty lad,

Then I must be for ever sad.



X



"Oh! smile on me, my little lamb!

For I thy own dear mother am:

My love for thee has well been tried:

I've sought thy father far and wide.

I know the poisons of the shade;

I know the earth-nuts fit for food:

Then, pretty dear, be not afraid:

We'll find thy father in the wood.

Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!

And there, my babe, we'll live for aye."





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The actual title of this poem is 'The Mad Mother'

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