Analysis of A Slumber did my Spirit Seal Stanza One A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether he is experiencing bitter grief or is in a peaceful state of mind. The narrator's response to her death lacks bitterness or emptiness; and instead takes consolation from the fact that she is now beyond life's trials: No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees. And suddenly, that word becomes his own. The speaker did not think of an end to the relationship, or the possible aging and death of his beloved.
The second and fourth line of each stanza contain six syllables, while the first and third contain eight. In this state of unawareness, he had no human fears. Or does he feel a great peace? This is the timeless moment that William James would later document and that many poets have described in one form or another most famously Eliot in Four Quartets. As such, the poems are most likely not about Dorothy but just a continuation of a theme in general. This would have been my choice.
Every once in a while though, they get restless. The poet says that when Lucy was living, he was so lovely, fresh and full of vitality that he could never for a moment think that she will ever die. Hey Guys this is Sarfraz Ahmad and in this video I will tell you about a poem which name is A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal Written By William Wordsworth. You think of yourself stranded there, stuck in nothingness forever. Obviously, I'm still alive now. She is senseless and has become a part of nature. Wordsworth, whether genuinely or imaginatively, loved this girl very much.
London: Oxford University Press, 1968. He died for a cause he truly believed in, that much can be said. He did not feel any fear. Wordsworth does not overdo it; a poem full of words like 'diurnal' would be merely pedantic and artificial, but the use of one such word, accompanied by the bare dignity of 'rocks and stones and trees', is extraordinarily musical and suggestive. The two were separated after England and France declared war in 1793 and Wordsworth began to develop his radical ideology. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1967.
Honestly, there isn't much to tell. Wordsworth had experienced some harsh realities of life like French Revolution, War between France and England etc; hence this poem holds the spirit of Escapism from the city life to the elemental nature which, for the poet, is an ideal place. John's College in Cambridge and before his final semester, he set out on a walking tour of Europe, an experience that influenced both his poetry and his political sensibilities. It is as though he can grasp the whole meaning of death only part by part: grasping the whole all at once would be overwhelming. For he too is in 'a slumber', carried beyond ordinary 'human fears'; he has no regrets, no anxieties, and he feels himself turning slowly, as though he has lost his own strength and his own right to action, as though he has become a rock or a stone or a tree. His spirit, his consciousness of reality, however, is sealed or shut off from reality by a light and pleasant sleep in which he has no human fears. Thus the use of the near-scientific word 'diurnal' achieves astonishing power, bringing a cosmic dimension to the girl's death and demonstrating Wordsworth's mastery of both the majestic and the mundane in his poetry.
Now she 'neither hears nor sees'; all those special marks of humanity are gone. Her personality used to work like a drug on the poet's mind and the girl used to appear to him immortal. He continued to create poetry, although his most productive period had passed, until is death at 80 in April of 1850. She is singing, but the speaker can only guess at what she is singing about because he cannot understand her language. The question of whether Lucy Gray was a real girl, or she was the creation of the poet's fancy, has been the headache of many a scholar. Wordsworth's admirers, that it is a sequel to the other deep poems that precede it, and is about one Lucy, who is dead. In here, William Wordsworth talks about the death of a female, probably a lover.
The Foundation likes to pretend it's all about science, reason, cold facts. In this poem the girl Lucy has reached the farthest point of disembodiment. In 1812, while living in Grasmere, two of their children—Catherine and John—died. We are made to think and to feel; we are shocked; we are aware of a fundamental irony of life; we realize the power of grief and even feel grief; and we respond to the structure of the poem, its arrangement of its various elements, its beauty. She has become an inanimate part of the earth as she is rolled around with rocks, stones, and trees in the daily revolution of the earth.
They think, 'we must have missed something, there must be something more to them than that'. Man, I'd kill for a deck of cards. My folks probably weren't too surprised to hear I was gone, and between you and me, I figure they were counting themselves lucky that they at least got something out of it. In the second and final stanza, however, we learn that she has died. Addressing her current lack of senses can also imply that the woman might have been one to live life fully, using all of her senses to enjoy each day. His beloved has no human fear as she is unaffected of pain, sorrow or worries of life. For a few brief moments all of our consciousness has been focused on the various elements of a moving and meaningful experience.